There is a loneliness more precious than life. There is a freedom more precious than the world. Infinitely more precious than life and the world is that moment when one is alone with God.

You are the Truth from foot to brow. Now, what else would you like to know?

Thankfulness brings you to the place where the Beloved lives.

When you resolve to become pious, the devil in your nature cries out at you, "Tread not those paths, O confused one; distress and poverty will overcome you. You will be despised, let down by friends, you will regret it." Dread of the devil has bound their souls; the cries of the devil are the drover of the damned; the call of the Lord is a guardian of the saints.

This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.

Now be silent. Let the One who creates the words speak. He made the door. He made the lock. He also made the key.

I lost my hat while gazing at the moon, and then I lost my mind.