Whoever is loved is beautiful, but the opposite is not true, that whoever is beautiful is loved.

We alchemists look for talent that can heat up and change. Lukewarm won't do. Halfhearted holding back, well-enough getting by? Not here.

In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep Work covertly, preparing for their Spring.

Why should I stay at the bottom of a well, when a strong rope is in my hand?

Whenever they rebuild an old building, they must first of all destroy the old one.

There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don't you? You feel the separation from the Beloved. Invite Him to fill you up, embrace the fire.

This world is in deep trouble, from top to bottom. But it can be swiftly healed by the balm of love.