If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the fire.
Paradise is surrounded by what we dislike; the fires of hell are surrounded by what we desire.
Gratitude is the wine for the soul. Go on. Get drunk.
Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.
You are dreaming your thirst when the water you want is inside the big vein on your neck.
One of the marvels of the world: The sight of a soul sitting in prison with the key in its hand.