You run back and forth listening for unusual events, peering into the faces of travelers. "Why are you looking at me like a madman?" I have lost a friend. Please forgive me.

if i can only recount the story of my life right out of my body flames will grow

Stay in the spiritual fire. Let it cook you.

You are quaffing drink from a hundred fountains: whenever any of these hundred yields less, your pleasure is diminished. But when the sublime fountain gushes from within you, no longer need you steal from the other fountains.

Whoever is loved is beautiful, but the opposite is not true, that whoever is beautiful is loved.

If words come out of the heart, they will enter the heart.

Loaves of bread remind us of sunlight, but when we are inside that orb,we lose interest in building ovens,in millwork and the preparation of fields before the planting.