This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor...Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.

Wherever you stand, be the soul of that place.

Whenever Beauty looks, Love is also there.

Why should I be weary when every cell of my body is bursting with life?

Dance where you can break yourself up to pieces and totally abandon your worldly passions.

Burdens are the foundations of ease and bitter things the forerunners of pleasure.

Lo, for I to myself am unknown, now in God's name what must I do?