Love will find its way through all languages on its own.

On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter.

Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it. It will turn to gold. Resurrection will be now. Every moment, a new beauty.

I am merely a guest, born in this world to know the secrets that lie beyond it.

Hear this if you can: If you want to reach him You have to go beyond yourself And when you finally arrive at the land of absence Be silent Don’t say a thing Ecstasy, not words, is the language spoken there

Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river. When the ocean is searching for you, don't walk into the river. Listen to the ocean.

The rewards of life and devotion to God are love and inner rapture, and the capacity to receive the light of God.