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

There was a time, when I blamed my companion if his religion did not resemble mine. Now, however, my heart accepts every form....Love alone is my religion.

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.

Oh, Lord, nourish me not with love, but with the desire for love.

I believe in the religion of Love, whatever direction its caravans may take, for Love is my religion and my faith.

How can the heart travel to God, when it is chained by its desires?

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.