Everything you possess of skill, and wealth, and handicraft, wasn't it first merely a thought and a quest?

Never lose hope, my heart, miracles dwell in the invisible. If the whole world turns against you keep your eyes on the Friend.

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

Nothing I say can explain to you Divine Love Yet all of creation cannot seem to stop talking about it.

The body's a mirror of heaven: Its energies make angels jealous. Our purity astounds seraphim. Devils shiver at our nerve.

Keep silent, because the world of silence is a vast fullness

The fluteplayer puts breath into a flute, and who makes the music? Not the flute. The Fluteplayer!