Neither this body am I, nor soul, Nor these fleeting images passing by, Nor concepts and thoughts, mental images, Nor yet sentiments and the psyche's labyrinth. Who then am I? A consciousness without origin, Not born in time, nor begotten here below. I am that which was, is and ever shall be, A jewel in the crown of the Divine Self, A star in the firmament of the luminous One.

As long as an angel is not annihilated, it is a devil.

A lover is always accused of something. But when he finds his love, whatever was lost in the looking comes back completely changed.

Because of your love I have broken with my past

The soul: a wide listening sky with thousands of candles.

Hall of Love has ten thousand swords. Don't be afraid to use one.

This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.