I smile like a flower not only with my lips but with my whole being.

Love cannot be described. It must be tasted.

You show your worth by what you seek.

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise. Whoever feels himself walking on the path, and refuses to praise--that man or woman steals from others every day--is a shoplifter! The sun became full of light when it got hold of itself. Angels only began shining when they achieved discipline. The sun goes out whenever the cloud of not-praising comes. The moment the foolish angel felt insolent, he heard the door close.

This world's existence is one night long. There's a great lively gathering that night, but some people sleep through it.

For sixty years I have been forgetful every minute, but not for a second has this flowing toward me stopped or slowed.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.