When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.

Good actions are a guard against the blows of adversity.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

. . . the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!