Your personal nature seeks its paradise.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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