He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.

Whatever posessions and objects of its desires the lower self may obtain, it hangs on to them, refusing to let them go out of greed for more, or out of fear of poverty and need.

Outside ideas of right doing and wrong doing there is a field. I'll meet you there.

For sixty years I have been forgetful every minute, but not for a second has this flowing toward me stopped or slowed.

There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger.

Whatever you lost through fate, be certain that it saved you from pain.

Would you become a pilgrim on the road of love? The first condition is that you make yourself humble as dust and ashes.