Knowing that conscious decisions and personal memory are much too small a place to live, every human being streams at night into the loving nowhere, or during the day, in some absorbing work.
Everyone turns toward someone. Look for one scarred by the King's polo stick.
Look at these worlds spinning out of nothingness. That is within your power.
There is no worse sickness for the soul, o you who are proud, than this pretense of perfection.
people want you to be happy, don't keep serving them your pain
There is no reality but God , says the completely surrendered sheik, who is an ocean for all beings.