I lost everything i have, found myself.
Do good to the people for the sake of God or for the peace of your own soul that you may always see what is pure and save your Heart from the darkness of hate
When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.
Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you... This turning toward what you deeply love saves you.
Everything is soul and flowering.
You must lance an ulcer to heal it. You must tear down parts of an old building to restore it, and so it is with a sensual life that has no spirit in it.