The Red Book: A Reader's Edition

I look: to the right it is dark night; to the left it is bright day.

There is a true love that does not concern itself with neighbors.

Your voice, the rarest pleasing sound, will be heard amid the stammerings of wretches, rejects, and those condemned as worthless.

It is unquestionable: if you enter into the world of the soul, you are like a madman, and a doctor would consider you to be sick.

My soul leads me into the desert, into the desert of my own self

My friends, it is wise to nourish the soul, otherwise you will breed dragons and devils in your heart.

He whose desire turns away from outer things, reaches the place of the soul.

It is true, it is true, what I speak is the greatness and intoxication and ugliness of madness.

The image of God has a shadow.