Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise. Whoever feels himself walking on the path, and refuses to praise--that man or woman steals from others every day--is a shoplifter! The sun became full of light when it got hold of itself. Angels only began shining when they achieved discipline. The sun goes out whenever the cloud of not-praising comes. The moment the foolish angel felt insolent, he heard the door close.

Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.

Let your Teacher be Love itself.

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.

Pilgrimage to the place of the wise is to find escape from the flame of separateness.

Your happy songs bring to me the scent of Heaven. Please keep singing!

If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the fire.