Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?

I am so close, I may look distant. So completely mixed with you, I may look separate. So out in the open, I appear hidden. So silent, because I am constantly talking with you.

The lovers of God have no religion but God alone.

Limp along until your legs are spent, and you fall flat and your energy is drained. Then the grace of the Divine will lift you.

When setting out on a journey do not seek advice from someone who never left home

Revile those who flatter you.

Keep on knocking 'til the joy inside opens a window look to see who's there