When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.

I am sunlight slicing the dark.

Ways of worshipping are not to be ranked as better or worse than one another . . . It's all praise, and it's all right.

If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.

This discipline and rough treatment are a furnace to extract the silver from the dross. This testing purifies the gold by boiling the scum away.

I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.

Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full.