This discipline and rough treatment are a furnace to extract the silver from the dross. This testing purifies the gold by boiling the scum away.

I looked in temples churches and mosques. But I found the Divine within my heart.

If all you can do is crawl, start crawling.

This is how I would die into the love I have for you: As pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight.

There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled.

This is enough was always true. We just haven't seen it.

The whole business of love is to drown in the sea.