Don't insist on going where you think you want to go. Ask the way to the spring.

Last night I learned how to be a lover of God. To live in this world and call nothing my own.

Treasures and armies do not make a king. A true king is a king within himself.

Feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise.

I am not this hair, I am not this skin, I am the soul that lives within.

I am weary of personal worrying, in love with the art of madness.

Keep silent, because the world of silence is a vast fullness