Knowing that conscious decisions and personal memory are much too small a place to live, every human being streams at night into the loving nowhere, or during the day, in some absorbing work.

If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?

I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way. Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

Close both eyes to see with the other eye.

Tender words we spoke to one another are sealed in the secret vaults of heaven. One day like rain, they will fall to earth and grow green all over the world.

Every bird will follow it's specie.

With passion pray. With passion make love. With passion eat and drink and dance and play. Why look like a dead fish in this ocean of God?