Your calling my name is My reply. Your longing for Me is My message to you.

Ways of worshipping are not to be ranked as better or worse than one another . . . It's all praise, and it's all right.

In their seeking, wisdom and madness are one and the same. On the path of love, friend and stranger are one and the same.

You are a fountain of the sun's light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky.

All religions, all this singing, one song. The differences are just illusion and vanity. The sun’s light looks a little different on this wall than it does on that wall, and a lot different on this other one, but it’s still one light.

Till man destroys "self" he is no true friend of God.

And patience flees my heart, And reason flees my mind. Oh, how drunk can I get to be, Without your love's security?