In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abideth in the hard bone.

Time is a factory where everyone slaves away earning enough love to break their own chains.

Grieve not; though the journey of life be bitter, and the end unseen, there is no road which does not lead to an end.

God and I have built an immense fire together. We keep each other happy and warm.

The beauty of You delights me. The sight of You amazes me. For the Pearl does this... and the Ocean does that.

I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden.

Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly and wants to rip to shreds all your erroneous notions of the truth that make you fight within yourself, dear one, and with others, causing the world to weep on too many fine days... The Beloved sometimes wants to do us a great favor: Hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.