When you lose all sense of self the bonds of a thousands chains will vanish. Lose yourself completely, return to the root of the root of your own soul.

A wealth you cannot imagine flows through you. Do not consider what strangers say. Be secluded in your secret heart-house, that bowl of silence.

Dive today from the cliff of what you know into what you can't know.

These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.

Asleep or awake, writing or reading, whatever you do, you must never be without the remembrance of God.

Let a thousand wrangling desires become one Love.

Sorrows are the rags of old clothes and jackets that serve to cover, and then are taken off. That undressing, and the beautiful naked body underneath, is the sweetness that comes after grief.