When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.

The soul's joy lies in doing.

Love is a river. Drink from it.

Human feeling is like the mighty rivers that bless the earth: it does not wait for beauty — it flows with resistless force and brings beauty with it.

The river that flows in you also flows in me.

The soul is like a fountain built near its source and the water of life flows into it, not through an aqueduct, but directly from the spring. Its love is now free from servile fear: it has broken all the bonds which previously hindered its progress;

I know the joy of fishes
In the river
Through my own joy, as I go walking
Along the same river.

May the river of love always flow from its own lap.

May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children.

Salvation lies in the soul experiencing its intrinsic joy.

I have come happy as a river,/singing beneath a sky of willows and poplars/to this large, beautiful sea of love./I no longer wait, I live.

I would love to live Like a river flows, Carried by the surprise Of its own unfolding.

I love you like a river that creates the right conditions for trees and bushes and flowers to flourish along its banks. I love you like a river that gives water to the thirsty and takes people where they want to go.

The interior joy we feel when we have done a good deed is the nourishment the soul requires.