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

Is it really so that the one I love is everywhere?

If Light Is In Your Heart You Will Find Your Way Home.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

I know you’re tired but come, this is the way.

You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.

If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?

The cure for pain is in the pain.

Why struggle to open a door between us when the whole wall is an illusion?

I searched for God and found only myself. I searched for myself and found only God.

In the house of lovers, the music never stops, the walls are made of songs & the floor dances.

The rose’s rarest essence lives in the thorns.

Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.

Travel brings power and love back into your life.

All people on the planet are children, except for a very few. No one is grown up except those free of desire.

Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.

These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.

Many a man has met death from the rushing flood of his own eloquence; others from the strength and wondrous thews in which they have trusted.

A conquering army on the border will not be stopped by eloquence.

There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.

Government is not reason; it is not eloquence. It is force. And force, like fire, is a dangerous servant and a fearful master.