The Water said to the dirty one, “Come here.” The dirty one said, “I am too ashamed.” The water replied, “How will your shame be washed away without me?

When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off; you become lame, abandoned by a fantasy. …People fancy they are enjoying themselves, but they are really tearing out their wings for the sake of an illusion.

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.

Fling me across the fabric of time and the seas of space. Make me nothing and from nothing-everything.

Never be without remembrance of Him, for His remembrance gives strength and wings to the bird of the Spirit.

Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape.

Find the sweetness in your own heart, then you may find the sweetness in every heart.