In the silence between your heartbeat bides a summons. Do you hear it? Name it if you must, or leave it forever nameless, but why pretend it is not there?

Every rose that is sweet-scented within, That rose is telling of the secrets of the Universal.

Asleep or awake, writing or reading, whatever you do, you must never be without the remembrance of God.

Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.

That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquility.

Some nights stay up till dawn, as the moon sometimes does for the sun. Be a full bucket pulled up the dark way of a well, then lifted out into light.

Finding faults is for those with tired minds.