But learn this custom from the flower: silence your tongue.

I was a tiny bug. Now a mountain. I was left behind. Now honored at the head. You healed my wounded hunger and anger, and made me a poet who sings about joy.

The whole universe is contained within a single human being - you.

Even though you're not equipped, keep searching: equipment isn't necessary on the way to the Lord.

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise. Whoever feels himself walking on the path, and refuses to praise--that man or woman steals from others every day--is a shoplifter! The sun became full of light when it got hold of itself. Angels only began shining when they achieved discipline. The sun goes out whenever the cloud of not-praising comes. The moment the foolish angel felt insolent, he heard the door close.

You already have the precious mixture that will make you well. Use it.

My beloved grows right out of my own heart. How much more union can there be.