There is no Love greater than Love with no object. For then you, yourself, have become love, itself.
What matters is how quickly you do what your soul directs.
Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me. Be silent.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into colour. Do it now.
God has allowed some magical reversal to occur, so that you see the scorpion pit as an object of desire, and all the beautiful expanse around it as dangerous and swarming with snakes.
Pain is a treasure, for it contains mercies.