Get yourself out of the way, and let Joy have more space.

What strange beings we are! That sitting in hell at the bottom of the dark, we're afraid of our own immortality.

Two there are who are never satisfied -- the lover of the world and the lover of knowledge.

Join the community of saints and know the delight of your own Soul. Enter the ruins of your Heart and Learn the Meaning of Humility.

Botha swimmer and a drowned man are in the water; the latter is borne by the water and controlled by it, while the swimmer is borne along by his own power and of his own volition. Every movement made by the drowned man - indeed, every act and word that issue from him - comes from the water, not from him... The saints are like this. They have died before death.

A strange passion is moving in my head My heart has become a bird which searches in the sky. Every part of me goes in different directions. Is it really so that the one I love is Everywhere?

Keep on knocking 'til the joy inside opens a window look to see who's there