Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love and wisdom.
Love is the ark appointed for the righteous, Cleverness is mere opinion, bewilderment intuition.
Reason is like an officer when the King appears; Reason is the shadow cast by God; God is the sun.
Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart, and that depends upon how much he has polished it. Whoever has polished it more sees more — more unseen forms become manifest to him.
Come, come, whoever you are.Come, come again, come.