Friend, our closeness is this: anywhere you put your foot, feel me in the firmness under you.

My friend, you thought you lost Him; that all your life you've been separated from Him. Filled with wonder, you've always looked outside for Him, and haven't searched within your own house.

Pull the thorn of existence out of the heart! Fast! For when you do, you will see thousands of rose gardens in yourself.

To me nothing in the world is as precious as a genuine smile, especially from a child.

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.

Do you pay regular visits to yourself? Don't argue or answer rationally. Let us die, and dying, reply.

You are not meant for crawling, so don't. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.