Be foolishly in love, because love is all there is.

When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.

It is God's kindness to terrify you in order to lead you to safety.

On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter.

When you see anyone complaining of such and such a person's ill-nature and bad temper, know that the complainant is bad-tempered, forasmuch as he speaks ill of that bad-tempered person, because he alone is good-tempered who is quietly forbearing towards the bad-tempered and ill-natured.

Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love and wisdom.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.