Asleep or awake, writing or reading, whatever you do, you must never be without the remembrance of God.

O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now, Be all – worlds dissolve into your stainless endless radiance, Frail living leaves burn with your brighter than cold stares – Make me your servant, your breath, your core.

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don't give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

There's hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness.

Till man destroys "self" he is no true friend of God.

You are an ocean in a drop of dew, all the universes in a thin sack of blood. What are these pleasures then, these joys, these worlds that you keep reaching for, hoping they will make you more alive?

The friend who knows a lot more than you do will bring difficulties, and grief, and sickness, as medicine, as happiness, as the essence of the moment when you're beaten when you hear Checkmate, and can finally say, I trust you to kill me.