Everyone sleeps, except lovers, who stay awake, telling stories to God

A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.

Lovers move like lightning and wind. No contest. Theologians mumble, rumble-dumble, necessity and free will, while lover and beloved pull themselves into each other.

Never be without remembrance of Him, for His remembrance gives strength and wings to the bird of the Spirit.

We are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. I want to hold you close like a lute, so that we can cry out with loving. Would you rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror and here are the stones.

The mirror of the heart must be clear, so you can discern the ugly from the beautiful.

Fasting is the first principle of medicine.