When you resolve to become pious, the devil in your nature cries out at you, "Tread not those paths, O confused one; distress and poverty will overcome you. You will be despised, let down by friends, you will regret it." Dread of the devil has bound their souls; the cries of the devil are the drover of the damned; the call of the Lord is a guardian of the saints.

We are all bathed in the same light.

In real existence there is only unity.

Don't look for Love, look for the one looking for Love.

Don't try to steer the boat. Don't open shop for yourself. Listen. Keep silent. You are not God's mouthpiece. Try to be an ear, And if you do speak, ask for explanations.

To Love is to reach God.

I am a drunkard from another kind of tavern. I dance to a silent tune. I am the symphony of stars.