And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here.

If you are wholly perplexed and in straits, have patience, for patience is the key to joy.

Love rushed into my veins emptying me of myself. Now filled with the Beloved my only possession is my name.

To become spiritual, you must die to self, and come alive in the Lord. Only then will the mysteries of God fall from your lips. To die to self through self-discipline causes suffering but brings you everlasting life.

A lover is always accused of something. But when he finds his love, whatever was lost in the looking comes back completely changed.

When something goes wrong, accuse yourself first. Even the wisdom of Plato or Solomon can wobble and go blind

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.