The heart's affections are divided like the branches of the cedar tree; if the tree loses one strong branch; it will suffer but it does not die; it will pour all its vitality into the next branch so that it will grow and fill the empty place.

There is a desire deep within the soul which drives man from the seen to the unseen, to philosophy and to the divine.

He who seeks ecstasy in love should not complain of suffering.

Hate is a dead thing. Who of you would be a tomb?

If any of you would bring judgment the unfaithful wife, let him also weight the heart of her husband in scales, and measure his soul with measurements.

You shall not dwell in tombs made by the dead for the living.

Your body is the harp of your soul and it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.