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?

Open your Eyes, for this World is only a Dream.

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

All language is a longing for home.

By God, when you see your beauty you will be the idol of yourself.

Be with those who help your being. Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath comes cold out of their mouths.

Don't see yourself as a body of clay; See yourself as a mirror reflecting the divine beauty.