I was a thorn rushing to be with a rose, vinegar blending with honey… Then I found some dirt to make an ointment that would honor my soul… Love says, “You are right, but don’t claim these changes. Remember, I am wind. You are an ember I ignite.

A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.

Your real "country" is where you're heading, not where you are.

In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.

Nothing is meaningful except surrendering to love. Do it.

If in the darkness of ignorance, you don’t recognize a person’s true nature, look to see whom he has chosen for his leader.

This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.