Grieve not because thou understand-not life's mystery; behind the veil is concealed many a delight.
The lips of the one I love are my perpetual pleasure.
Everyone, whether he is self-denying or self-indulgent, is seeking after the Beloved. Every place may be the shrine of love, whether it be mosque or synagogue.
Time is a factory where everyone slaves away earning enough love to break their own chains.
Start seeing everything as God, But keep it a secret
God disguised as myriad things, and playing a game of tag has kissed you and said, "You're it. I mean you're really it. Now it does not matter what you believe or feel. For something wonderful, something major-league wonderful, is someday going to happen."