“Do not grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.”

Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open?

Wherever you stand, be the soul of that place.

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

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

The garden of the world has no limits, except in your mind.

If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?

Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival.