Be full of sorrow, that you may become hill of joy; weep, that you may break into laughter.

Love is the house of God and you are living in that house.

Who says the eternal being does not exist? Who says the sun has gone out? Someone who climbs up on the roof and closes his eyes tight, and says, I don't see anything.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

Treasures and armies do not make a king. A true king is a king within himself.

I am filled with you. Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul. There's no room for lack of trust, or trust. Nothing in this existence but that existence.

This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.