Whatever purifies you is the right path.
When love prevails, fear departs.
The fault is in the one who blames. Spirit sees nothing to criticize.
The lover's ailment is separate from all other ailments: love is the astrolabe of the mysteries of God.
The desire to know your own soul will end all other desires.
When I run after what I think I want, my days are a furnace of distress and anxiety; If I sit in my own place of patience, what I need flows to me, and without any pain. From this I understand that what I want also wants me, is looking for me and attracting me. There is a great secret in this for anyone who can grasp it.
The fire puffed up with pride its flaming head, But soon the wind pronounced that ‘it is dead'.
The ground's generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.
The feelings trembled and flapped in his chest like a bird newly put in a cage.