Speak little, learn the words of eternity. Go beyond your tangled thoughts and find the splendor of paradise.

When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off; you become lame, abandoned by a fantasy. …People fancy they are enjoying themselves, but they are really tearing out their wings for the sake of an illusion.

I want to be where your bare foot walks, because maybe before you step, you'll look at the ground. I want that blessing

We must die to become true human beings.

This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.

God has allowed some magical reversal to occur, so that you see the scorpion pit as an object of desire, and all the beautiful expanse around it as dangerous and swarming with snakes.

Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can be broken. But it is inscribed on a heart and there it shall remain forever.