“Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives.”

The moon stays bright when it doesn’t avoid the night.

Wherever you are, and whatever you do, be in love.

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.

Everyone has been made for some particular work and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.

She loved him so much she concealed his name in many phrases, the inner meanings known only to her.

As you live Deeper in the Heart, the Mirror gets clearer and cleaner.

Dance until you shatter yourself.

In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.

Whatever purifies you is the right path, I will not try to define it.

Why do you stay in prison, when the door is so wide open?

Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder. Help someone’s soul heal. Walk out of your house like a shepherd.

Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.

Shine like the whole universe is yours.

Sit, be still, and listen, because you’re drunk and we’re at the edge of the roof.

Religious faith is the one species of human ignorance that will not admit of even the possibility of correction.

I struggle with deciding when to answer or ignore the constant speculation about my private life, because I feel like that doesn’t belong to anybody but me.

Our souls may lose their peace and even disturb other people’s, if we are always criticizing trivial actions – which often are not real defects at all, but we construe them wrongly through our ignorance of their motives.

Ignorance is an enemy, even to its owner. Knowledge is a friend, even to its hater. Ignorance hates knowledge because it is too pure. Knowledge fears ignorance because it is too sure.

Religions have depended on the relative isolation and ignorance of their flocks, forever and this is all breaking down.

But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about.

The only thing worse than human ignorance is human pride in that ignorance.

Impartiality is a pompous name for indifference, which is an elegant name for ignorance.