Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.
Heart is a sea, language is the shore. Whatever is in a sea hits the shore.
Awake asleep ought to be with us - So he may see dreams in wakefulness.
The cure for pain is in the pain. Good and bad are mixed. If you don't have both, you don't belong with us.
Like the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean-the ocean of the soul. How could this bird, born from that sea, make his dwelling here?
Most people guard against going into the fire, and so end up in it.