However much I might try to expound or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations… Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.

Beg of God the removal of envy, that God may deliver you from externals, and bestow upon you an inward occupation, which will absorb you so that your attention is not drawn away.

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I’ve gone and come back, I’ll find it at home.

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.

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.