On the neck of a young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise.

Think of suffering as being washed.

The small man builds cages for everyone he knows While the sage, who has to duck his head when the moon is low, Keeps dropping keys all night long For the beautiful rowdy prisoners.

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.

It is not easy to stop thinking ill of others.Usually one must enter into a friendship with a person who has accomplished that great feat himself.Then something might start to rub off on you of that true elegance.

Come Dance with Me , come dance.

When all your desires are distilled; You will cast just two votes: To love more, And be happy.