My souls sits in silence, and then asks again, where are you in all of this?

Love rushed into my veins emptying me of myself. Now filled with the Beloved my only possession is my name.

When you reach the bottom of the well of your own nature, then you will know that the vileness was from yourself.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.

My heart is so small it's almost invisible. How can You place such big sorrows in it? "Look," He answered, "your eyes are even smaller, yet they behold the world.

Apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.