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.

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.

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

None but God is loved in the exist- ent things. It is He who is manifest within every beloved to the eye of every lover – and there is nothing in the existent realm that is not a lover

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

Each person is oriented toward a quest for his personal invisible guide, or . . . he entrusts himself to the collective, magisterial authority as the intermediary between himself and Revelation.

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