Journeys bring power and love back into you. If you can't go somewhere, move in the passageways of the self. They are like shafts of light, always changing, and you change when you explore them.

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.

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

Only the soul knows what love is.

If you are wholly perplexed and in straits, have patience, for patience is the key to joy.

At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.