“For we women are not only the deities of the household fire, but the flame of the soul itself.”

If I can’t make it through one door, I’ll go through another door- or i’ll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.

The highest education is that which does not merely give us information but makes our life in harmony with all existence.

Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.

Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it.

I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.

We cross infinity with every step; we meet eternity in every step.

Love’s gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

Don’t limit a child to your own learning, for she was born in another time.

The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.

The small wisdom is like water in a glass, clear, transparent, pure. The great wisdom is like the water in the sea: dark, mysterious, impenetrable.

Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.

Nirvana is not the blowing out of the candle. It is the extinguishing of the flame because day is come.

Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.

Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it.

Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.

When was the last time you thanked you for always being there for you? Self appreciation soothes an aching soul.

Whether we get to avoid pain and suffering or we must persevere in the midst of it, our deliverance comes when we’re dragged from the enemy of our souls to the heart of God.

What wings are to a bird, and sails to a ship, so is prayer to the soul.

We’re going to have to let truth scream louder to our souls than the lies that have infected us.

The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.

The flesh feeds on the Body and Blood of Christ that the soul may be fattened on God.

In whatever name or form they are offered, all these flowers are laid at God’s feet, for He is the one Lord of all, the one Soul of all souls.