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

Humankind is being led along an evolving course, through this migration of intelligences, and though we seem to be sleeping, there is an inner wakefulness that directs the dream, and that will eventually startle us back to the truth.

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

Throw off your tiredness. Let me show you one tiny spot of the beauty that can't be spoken.

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

I don’t regret how much I love, and I avoid those who repent their passion.

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