Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.

We carry inside us the wonders we seek outside us. 

When will you begin that long journey into yourself?

You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean, in a drop.

Whatever lifts the corners of your mouth, trust that.

My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

In the blackest of your moments, wait with no fear. 

By God, when you see your beauty you will be the idol of yourself.