When we practice loving kindness and compassion we are the first ones to profit.

The body's a mirror of heaven: Its energies make angels jealous. Our purity astounds seraphim. Devils shiver at our nerve.

Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.

The gates made of light swing open. You see in.

Stars burn clear all night till dawn. Do that yourself, and a spring will rise in the dark with water your deepest thirst is for.

My soul gave me good counsel, teaching me to love. Love was for me a delicate thread stretched between two adjacent pegs, but now it has been transformed into a halo, its first is its last, and its last is its first. It encompases every being, slowly expanding to embrace all that ever will be.

You wander from room to room Hunting for the diamond necklace That is already around your neck!