Seven times have I despised my soul: The sixth time when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of her own masks.

Poverty is a veil that obscures the face of greatness. An appeal is a mask covering the face of tribulation.

Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names.

Be patient, for it is from doubt that knowledge is born.

The longing for paradise is paradise itself.

Where are you now, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need? Do you know the greatness of my patience?

You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.