You are quaffing drink from a hundred fountains: whenever any of these hundred yields less, your pleasure is diminished. But when the sublime fountain gushes from within you, no longer need you steal from the other fountains.

You sit here for days saying, this is a strange business. You're the strange business. You have the energy of the sun in you, but you keep knotting it up at the base of your spine.

Stay in the spiritual fire. Let it cook you.

When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

Suffering is a gift; in its hidden mercy