You believe God is not there, but He is, Hidden in the secret of the divine mystery

Thinking gives off smoke to prove the existence of fire. A mystic sits inside the burning. There are wonderful shapes in rising smoke that imagination loves to watch. But it's a mistake to leave the fire for that filmy sight. Stay here at the flame's core.

Your heart is the size of an ocean. Go find yourself in its hidden depths.

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.

I want to say words that flame as I say them, but I keep quiet and don't try to make both words fit in one mouthful.

Suffering is a gift; in its hidden mercy

Little by little, wean yourself. This is the gist of what I have to say. From an embryo whose nourishment comes in the blood, move to an infant drinking milk, to a child on solid food, to a searcher after wisdom, to a hunter of invisible game.