The lovers of God have no religion but God alone.
A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.
The radiant one in me has never said a word.
Knowing that conscious decisions and personal memory are much too small a place to live, every human being streams at night into the loving nowhere, or during the day, in some absorbing work.
Hear from the heart wordless mysteries.
Paradise is surrounded by what we dislike; the fires of hell are surrounded by what we desire.