You are not your body; you are the eye. When you see the spirit, you are free of the body. A human being is an eye – the rest is just flesh and bones. Whatever your eye sees, you are that.

We should ask God to help us toward manners. Inner gifts do not find their way to creatures without just respect.

Let your Teacher be Love itself.

Like a sculptor, if necessary, carve a friend out of stone. Realize that your inner sight is blind and try to see a treasure in everyone.

On the way there is no harder pass than this: fortunate is he who does not carry envy as a companion.

Achieve some perfection [excellence] yourself, so that you may not fall into sorrow by seeing the perfection in others.

What strange beings we are! That sitting in hell at the bottom of the dark, we're afraid of our own immortality.