A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.

I am happy even before I have a reason.

Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew. The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me that I can no longer call myself a man, a woman, an angel, or even a pure Soul. Love has befriended me so completely it has turned to ash and freed me of every concept and image my mind has ever known.

When you can make others laugh with jokes that belittle no one and your words always unite, Hafiz will vote for you to be God.

There is an ambush everywhere from the army of accidents; therefore the rider of life runs with loosened reins.

'Tis writ on Paradise's gate, Woe to the dupe that yields to fate!