The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what he said or did.

No more words. In the name of this place we drink in with our breathing, stay quiet like a flower. So the nightbirds will start singing.

The rule that covers everything is: how you are with others, expect that back.

You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?

Darkness may hide the trees and the flowers from the eyes but it cannot hide love from the soul.

Innumerable changes of moods are yours, and they are uncontrolled by you. If you knew their origin, you would be able to dominate them. If you cannot localize your own changes, how can you localize that which formed you?

Everything about yesterday has gone with yesterday. Today, it is needed to say new things.