Your body is woven from the Light of Heaven.

The day you were born, a ladder was set up to help you escape this world.

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

I want a heart which is split, part by part, because of the pain of separation from God, so that I might explain my longing and complaint to it.

He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.

What is a tiny insignificant seed that, when Spring arrives, It should not be annihilated for a tree to arrive.

Each and every part of the world is a snare for the fool and a means of deliverance for the wise.