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

You're water. We're the millstone. You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes. You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands. You're the clarity. We're the language that tries to say it. You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.

I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way. Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

Journeys bring power and love back into you. If you can't go somewhere, move in the passageways of the self. They are like shafts of light, always changing, and you change when you explore them.

We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless.

Intelligence is the shadow of objective truth. How can the shadow vie with sunshine?

Learn the alchemy true human beings know. The moment you accept what troubles you've been given the door with open.