This world is in deep trouble, from top to bottom. But it can be swiftly healed by the balm of love.
You are the soul of the soul of the universe, and your name is Love.
The ground submits to the sky and suffers whatever comes. Tell me, is the Earth worse for giving in like that?
Drink from the presence of saints, not from those other jars.
Indeed envy is a defect; worse than any other.
If you follow the ways in which you were trained, which you may have inherited, for no other reason than this, you are illogical.