“All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days & days & days.”

Laugh because that is the purest sound.

Start seeing everything as God, But keep it a secret.

Laugh because that is the purest sound.

Start seeing everything as God, But keep it a secret.

Start seeing everything as God, But keep it a secret.

People say that the soul, on hearing the song of creation, entered the body, but in reality the soul itself was the song.

Speak but little, and that little only when thy own purposes require it. Heaven has given thee two ears but only one tongue, which means: listen to two things, but be not the first to propose one.

Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.

Your separation from God is the hardest work you will ever do.

Oh, you who are trying to learn the marvel of Love through the copy book of reason, I’m very much afraid that you will never really see the point.

What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!

Come in, my dear from that harsh world that has rained elements of stone upon your tender face. Every soul should receive a toast from us for bravery!

There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness.

An awake heart is like a sky that pours light.

When no one is looking, I swallow deserts and clouds and chew on mountains knowing they are sweet bones! When no one is looking and I want to kiss God, I just lift my own hand to my mouth.

God and I have built an immense fire together. We keep each other happy and warm.

If you spend all day on horseback, and you hop off, you walk around like you still have a horse between your legs. And it affects your shoulders. They fall.

I wonder what it would be like if I took care of my body as well as I take care of your memory.

If that vital spark that we find in a grain of wheat can pass unchanged through countless deaths and resurrections, will the spirit of man be unable to pass from this body to another?

I don’t want to show my body to the ones, who often close their eyes, when it’s time to praise the beauty of my mind and soul.

We ought to regard ourselves and to act as socialists–believers in the wholesomeness and beneficence of the body politic.

The shadow escapes from the body like an animal we had been sheltering.

I am laden with body memories from lifetimes I don’t remember.

A man’s body may grow old, but inside his spirit can still be as young and as restless as ever.