I said, “I just want to know you and then disappear.” She said, “Knowing me does not mean dying.

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

God picks up the reed-flute world and blows. Each note is a need coming through one of us, a passion, a longing pain. Remember the lips where the wind-breath originated, and let your note be clear. Don't try to end it. Be your note.

Know that a word suddenly shot from the tongue is like an arrow shot from the bow. Son, that arrow won't turn back on its way; you must damn the torrent at its source.

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.

Let the beauty we love do what we do.

When you are dead, seek for your resting place not in the earth, but in the hearts of men.