When a man makes up a story for his child, he becomes a father and a child together, listening.

Everything you possess of skill, and wealth, and handicraft, wasn't it first merely a thought and a quest?

The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

Know that the outward form passes away, but the world of reality remains forever. How long will you play at loving the shape of the jug? Leave the jug; go, seek the water!

We cannot steal the fire. We must enter it.

I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled.

You have mourned over others; now sit down for a while and weep over your own self.