There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled.

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

Learn the alchemy true human beings know. The moment you accept what troubles you've been given the door with open.

Every moment a taste of that beauty in our mouths, another stashed in a pocket. Impossible to say what: no cypress so handsome, no sunlight, a lonely hiddenness. Other pleasure gathers a crowd, starts a fight, lots of noise there. But soul beauty stays quiet..his amazing whereabouts unknown inside my heart.

The lion who breaks the enemy's ranks is a minor hero compared to the lion who overcomes himself.

All language is a longing for home.

If there were no way into God, I would not have lain in the grave of this body so long.