In each moment the fire rages, it will burn away a hundred veils. And carry you a thousand steps toward your goal.

Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins?

Every fragile beauty, every perfect forgotten sentence, you grieve their going away, but that is not how it is. Where they come from never goes dry. It is an always flowing spring.

Don’t knock on any random door like a beggar. Reach your long hand out to another door, beyond where you go on the street, the street where everyone says, "How are you?" and no one says How aren’t you?

You had better run from me. My words are fire.

There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into light.

Faith in the king comes easily in lovely times, but be faithful now and endure, pale lover.