God has created several doors which open onto truth. He opens them to all those who knock on them with the hand of faith.

And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?

We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.

The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem

The saint and the sinner are twin brothers...one was born but the moment before the other.