I am sunlight slicing the dark.

For sixty years I have been forgetful every minute, but not for a second has this flowing toward me stopped or slowed.

Love possesses seven hundred wings, and each one extends from the highest heaven to the lowest earth.

Work in the invisible world at least as hard as you do in the visible.

Even though you tie a hundred knots, the string remains one.

Each moment from all sides rushes to us the call to love. We are running to contemplate its vast green field. Do you want to come with us?

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