Happy is the moment we sit together, with two forms, with two faces, yet one soul. You and I.
Without love, all worship is a burden, all dancing is a chore, all music is mere noise.
In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don't run away from this dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat.
I am a child whose teacher is LOVE surely my master won't let me grow to be a fool.
We should ask God to help us toward manners. Inner gifts do not find their way to creatures without just respect.
Thinking gives off smoke to prove the existence of fire. A mystic sits inside the burning. There are wonderful shapes in rising smoke that imagination loves to watch. But it's a mistake to leave the fire for that filmy sight. Stay here at the flame's core.