Love rests on no foundation. It is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end.
Iron was black and sheenless, but cleansing and polishing washed away its blackness.
If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.
Find the sweetness in your own heart, then you may find the sweetness in every heart.
...Blessed is anyone who knows who he or she really is and builds a place to live there.
Things are such that someone lifting a cup, or watching the rain, petting a dog, or singing, just singing - could be doing as much for this universe as anyone.