The soul exceeds its circumstances.

Human material seems to have one major defect: it does not like to be considered merely as human material. It finds it hard to endure the feeling that it must resign itself to passive acceptance of changes introduced from above.

You who think of us: they lived only in delusion... Know that we the People of the Book, will never die!

All of us yearn for the highest wisdom, but we have to rely on ourselves in the end.

You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.

What is this enigmatic impulse that does not allow one to settle down in the achieved, the finished? I think it is a quest for reality.

The child who dwells inside us trusts that there are wise men somewhere who know the truth.