I asked my soul: What is Delhi? She replied: The world is the body and Delhi its life!

He gave me heaven and earth, and assumed I'd be satisfied; Actually I was too embarrassed to argue. The spiritual seekers are tired, two or three at each stage of the path. The rest who have given up never knew your address at all. There are so many in this gathering who wish the candle well. But if the being of the candle is melting, what can the sorrow-sharers do?

Love demands patience, desire is restless; What color shall I paint the heart, until you savage it? You shall not ignore me when the time comes, I know, but I may turn to dust before the news reaches you.

The world is no more than the Beloved's face. And the desire of the One to know its own beauty, we exist.

The drop grows happy by losing itself in the river.

Since sorrow follows joy As autumn does the spring Man must transcend the joys Of earth, which sorrows bring.

Lest we forget: It is easy to be human, very hard to be humane