We are all bathed in the same light.

If you have not learned to be a passionate lover, do not count your life as lived. On the day of reckoning, it will not be counted.

God made the Illusion look Real and the Real an Illusion !

I want a heart which is split, part by part, because of the pain of separation from God, so that I might explain my longing and complaint to it.

I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside.

World power means nothing. Only the unsayable, jeweled inner life matters.

Whoever acts with respect will get respect.