I am weary of personal worrying, in love with the art of madness.

There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.

Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thought! Why do you stay in prison When the door is so wide open?

Love is language that cannot be said, or heard.

You are a volume in the divine book A mirror to the power that created the universe Whatever you want, ask it of yourself Whatever you’re looking for can only be found Inside of you

Never lose hope, my heart, miracles dwell in the invisible. If the whole world turns against you keep your eyes on the Friend.

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