If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.

Last night I learned how to be a lover of God. To live in this world and call nothing my own.

Let yourself become living poetry.

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.

One of the marvels of the world: The sight of a soul sitting in prison with the key in its hand.

My dear heart, never think you are better than others. Listen to their sorrows with compassion. If you want peace, don't harbor bad thoughts, do not gossip and don't teach what you do not know.

Love is our steady guide on this road full of hardships.