Love, the supreme musician, is always playing in our souls

Silence is the language of God, all else is poor translation.

Whenever you are alone, remind yourself that God has sent everyone else away so that there is only you and Him.

If the wine drinker has a deep gentleness in him, he will show that when drunk. But if he has hidden anger and arrogance, those appear.

Love will find its way through all languages on its own.

I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.

Botha swimmer and a drowned man are in the water; the latter is borne by the water and controlled by it, while the swimmer is borne along by his own power and of his own volition. Every movement made by the drowned man - indeed, every act and word that issue from him - comes from the water, not from him... The saints are like this. They have died before death.