Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupations?

You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life.

Limited love asks for possession of the beloved, but the unlimited asks only for itself.

Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing. Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness, And knows that 'yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.

Those to whom worshiping is a window, to open but also to shut, have not yet visited the house of their souls whose windows are open from dawn to dawn.

Humanity is a river of light running from the ex-eternity to eternity.