The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

I said, “I just want to know you and then disappear.” She said, “Knowing me does not mean dying.

How far is the light of the moon from the moon? How far is the taste of candy from the lip?

Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it. It will turn to gold. Resurrection will be now. Every moment, a new beauty.

All people on the planet are children, except for a very few. No one is grown up except those free of desire.

This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.

Ways of worshipping are not to be ranked as better or worse than one another . . . It's all praise, and it's all right.