“Find a place inside where there’s joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.”

It is within you that the divine lives.

All we really want to do is dance.

Eternity is not future or past. Eternity is a dimension of now.

At the darkest moment comes the light.

All the gods, all the heavens, all the hells, are within you.

The very cave you are afraid to enter turns out to be the source of what you are looking for.

There’s nothing you can do that’s more important than being fulfilled. You become a sign, you become a signal, transparent to transcendence; in this way, you will find, live, and become a realization of your own personal myth.

I have found that you have only to take that one step toward the gods, and they will then take ten steps toward you. That step, the heroic first step of the journey, is out of, or over the edge of, your boundaries, and it often must be taken before you know that you will.

Art is the set of wings to carry you out of your own entanglement.

It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life. Where you stumble, there lies your treasure.

If you want the whole thing, the gods will give it to you. But you must be ready for it.

We’re not on our journey to save the world but to save ourselves. But in doing that you save the world. The influence of a vital person vitalizes.

We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.

What we are really living for is the experience of life, both the pain and the pleasure.

The best things cannot be told, the second best are misunderstood. After that comes civilized conversation; after that, mass indoctrination; after that, intercultural exchange.

The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature.

I will rise like a phoenix from the ashes of the bridges I burned.

If I find the constitution being misused, I shall be the first to burn it.

On my knees, lips slightly parted thirsty, ready for a strong stiff one. Make it neat I love the burn.

Her lips have so many burns and scars, but they are still sugar-sweet.

That damn fire she was so proud of, burnt her own bones.

A love that demands love will burn the very essence of what once made it pure.

Made up of water, made up of fire too Cracking and burning, pouring it out to you.

Everything I’ve done seems to burn into ashes.