Why should I be unhappy? Each parcel of my being is in full bloom.

How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you are always flying off to blue perfection? Where will you plant your grief seeds? Workers need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire.

Do good to the people for the sake of God or for the peace of your own soul that you may always see what is pure and save your Heart from the darkness of hate

Why are you so enchanted by this world, when a mine of gold lies within you?

Let's ask God to help us to self-control for one who lacks it, lacks his grace.

This mirror inside me shows. I can’t say what, but I can’t not know. I run from body. I run from spirit. I do not belong anywhere.

Burdens are the foundations of ease and bitter things the forerunners of pleasure.