All people on the planet are children, except for a very few. No one is grown up except those free of desire.

Body of earth, don't talk of earth Tell the story of pure mirrors The Creator has given you this splendor-- Why talk of anything else?

The love religion is all that is written here.

Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?

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

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.

...one cannot lodge in if.