Iron was black and sheenless, but cleansing and polishing washed away its blackness.

My soul is my guide, for my soul is of that abode. I will not speak of the earthly. I am of the unknown

Pull the thorn of existence out of the heart! Fast! For when you do, you will see thousands of rose gardens in yourself.

Do not sit long with a sad friend. When you go to a garden do you look at the weeds? Spend more time with the roses and jasmines.

All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

Journeys bring power and love back into you. If you can't go somewhere, move in the passageways of the self. They are like shafts of light, always changing, and you change when you explore them.

I am an ark in the swift flood of time, and my companions, a fellowship. Who throws in with us sails into light.