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?

The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

Conventional opinion is the ruin of our souls.

Dance, and make joyous the love around you. Dance, and your veils which hide the Light shall swirl in a heap at your feet.

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

I am your own voice echoing off the walls of God

I am so small I can hardly be seen. How can this great love be inside me? Look at your eyes. They are small, but they see enormous things.