What Strange Beings We Are! That Sitting

Botha Swimmer And A Drowned Man Are In The Water; The Latter Is Borne By The Water And Controlled By It, While The Swimmer Is Borne Along By His Own Power And Of His Own Volition. Every Movement Made By The Drowned Man - Indeed, Every Act And Word That Issue From Him - Comes From The Water, Not From Him... The Saints Are Like This. They Have Died Before Death.

The Eye Goes Blind When It Only Wants To See Why.

Your Grief For What You've Lost Lifts A Mirror Up To Where You're Bravely Working.

I Merged So Completely With Love, And Was So Fused, That I Became Love And Love Became Me.

I Came To This Earth So That I Could Find My Way Back To My Beloved.