Dance, and make joyous the love around you. Dance, and your veils which hide the Light shall swirl in a heap at your feet.

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.

Listen with ears of tolerance! See through the eyes of compassion! Speak with the language of love

I LOVE my friends neither with my heart nor with my mind. Just in case... HEART might stop. MIND can forget. I Love them with my Soul. SOUL never stops or forgets.

Whenever you are alone, remind yourself that God has sent everyone else away so that there is only you and Him.

Find the sweetness in your own heart, then you may find the sweetness in every heart.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

When the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray.

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

It's your road & yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you

Last night I begged the Wise One to tell me the secret of the world. Gently, gently, he whispered, "Be quiet, the secret cannot be spoken, It is wrapped in silence."

God, you smell good. Your pheromones are a definite mating call to mine.

By honoring and responding to your natural and essential requirements for sleep, food, water and movement, you will rise out of the realm of survival into the world of fulfillment.

However, I began meditating at about that time and have continued on and off over the years.

He's a man...and that's no small thing to be.

I'm not a guy that sits around and does nothing.

He who runs from God in the morning will scarcely find Him the rest of the day.

Sure, I've had some bad times, but everybody does. But people don't get to talk about them like I do, unless they do to a therapist. People don't get to put them in the paper like I do.

I've never met anyone who's left a comment on anything. It's just demons who live in basements.

Brethren, the crying sin of the church is her laziness after God.

Cast me gently into the morning for the night has been unkind.