Take someone who doesn't keep score, who's not looking to be richer, or afraid of losing, who has not the slightest interest even in his own personality: he's free.

Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?

There is my body, in it an ocean formed of his glory, all the creation, all the universes, all the galaxies, are lost in it.

Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.

The light which shines in the eye is really the light of the heart.

You are not meant for crawling, so don't. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.

This is how I would die into the love I have for you: As pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight.