When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

God has created several doors which open onto truth. He opens them to all those who knock on them with the hand of faith.

You see but your shadow when you turn your back to the sun.

I love you, my brother, whoever you are – whether you worship in a church, kneel in your temple, or pray in your mosque.

Many a doctrine is like a window pane. We see truth through it but it divides us from truth.

My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow. I am they root in the earth and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the face of the sun.

Do not fear the thorns in your path, for they draw only corrupt blood.

They say the nightingale pierces his bosom with a thorn when he sings his love song. So do we all. How else should we sing?

For love is sufficient unto love.

There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.