Joy lives concealed in grief.

Why should I be weary when every cell of my body is bursting with life?

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.

Life is balance of holding on and letting go.

I am in the House of Mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.

Stay in the spiritual fire. Let it cook you.

We are all the same… all the same… longing to find our way back… back to the One… back to the only One!

Now be silent. Let the One who creates the words speak. He made the door. He made the lock. He also made the key.

Sit quietly and listen for a voice that will say, “Be more silent.” As that happens, your soul starts to revive.

Would you become a pilgrim on the road of love? The first condition is that you make yourself humble as dust and ashes.

Looking up gives light, although at first it makes you dizzy.

If reason dominates in man, he rises higher than angels. If lust overpowers man, he descends lower than the beast.

The Prophets accept all agony and trust it. For the water has never feared the fire.

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.

I have found the heart and will never leave this house of light.

Caught by our own thoughts, we worry about everything.

There is a voice that doesn’t use words, listen.

It’s your road and yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you.

The moment you accept what troubles you’ve been given, the door will open.

Keep silent, because the world of silence is a vast fullness. 

Why are you knocking at every door? Go, knock at the door of your own heart.

Whenever they rebuild an old building, they must first of all destroy the old one.

Peaceful is the one who’s not concerned with having more or less. Unbound by name and fame, he is free from sorrow from the world and mostly from himself.

When you lose all sense of self, the bonds of a thousand chains will vanish.