While you are alive, your worldly self is like a collector of benefits from Allah's bounties, which come to you from myriads of hands.

If you find it complicated to answer someone’s question, do not answer it, for his container is already full and does not have room for the answer

The ignorant one does not see his ignorance as he basks in its darkness; nor does the knowledgeable one see his own knowledge, for he basks in its light

My heart has become capable of every form: It is a pasture for gazelles And a monastery for Christian monks, And the pilgrim's Ka'ba, And the tablets of the Torah, And the book of the Koran. I follow the religion of Love: Whatever way love's camel takes, That is my religion, my faith.

My heart can be pasture for deer and a convent for monks, a temple for idols and a Kaaba for the pilgrims. It is both the tables of the Torah and the Koran. It professes the religion of Love wherever its caravans are heading. Love is my law. Love is my faith.

You are My sight, so have faith. You are My Face, so veil yourself

Your personal nature seeks its paradise.