The Longing For Paradise Is Paradise Itself.

The First Thought Of God Was An Angel. The First Word Of God Was A Man

Oh Heart, If One Should Say To You That The Soul Perishes Like The Body, Answer That The Flower Withers, But The Seed Remains.

Seek Not The Depths Of Your Knowledge With Staff Or Sounding Line. For Self Is A Sea Boundless And Measureless.

Tortoises Can Tell You More About The Road Than Hares.

Observe The Wonders As They Occur Around You. Don't Claim Them. Feel The Artistry Moving Through And Be Silent.