I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I do — for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my deeds thy own hopes in action.

In my thought there is only one universal religion, whose varied paths are but the fingers of the loving hand of the Supreme Being.

I have learned that the place where I subsist is all places, and the space I occupy is all intervals.

We were a silent, hidden thought in the folds of oblivion, and we have become a voice that causes the heavens to tremble.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

What do the nationalists say about killers punishing murderers and thieves sentencing looters?

The seasons shall tire and the years grow old, ere they exhaust these words: “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.