Someone who goes with a half a loaf of bread to a small place that fits like a nest around him, someone who wants no more, who is not himself longed for by anyone else. He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.

You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?

There is no way into Presence except through a love exchange.

Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder.

Christian, Jew, Muslim, shaman, Zoroastrian, stone, ground, mountain, river, each has a secret way of being with the mystery, unique and not to be judged.

This world's existence is one night long. There's a great lively gathering that night, but some people sleep through it.

If you do not possess the staff of caution and discrimination, use the eyes of him who sees. If there is no staff of caution and discrimination, do not wander on the road without a guide.