What is planted in each person's soul will sprout.

Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.

If you knew yourself for even one moment, if you could just glimpse your most beautiful face, maybe you wouldn’t slumber so deeply in that house of clay. Why not move into your house of joy and shine into every crevice! For you are the secret Treasure-bearer, and always have been. Didn’t you know?

Know then that the body is merely a garment. Go seek the wearer, not the cloak.

Once the seed of faith takes root, it cannot be blown away, even by the strongest wind - Now that’s a blessing.

Ignore those that make you fearful and sad, that degrade you back towards disease and death.

Botha swimmer and a drowned man are in the water; the latter is borne by the water and controlled by it, while the swimmer is borne along by his own power and of his own volition. Every movement made by the drowned man - indeed, every act and word that issue from him - comes from the water, not from him... The saints are like this. They have died before death.