Do you think I know what I'm doing? That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself? As much as a pen knows what it's writing, or the ball can guess where it's going next.

Joy lives concealed in grief.

Fasting blinds the body in order to open the eyes of your soul.

What you're seeking is seeking you.

Tis easy to break an idol, very easy: to regard the self as easy to subdue is folly, folly.

Don't turn away. Keep your gaze on the bandaged place. That's where the light enters you.

Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.