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?

Whoever can't see the whole in every part plays at blind man's bluff. A wise man tastes the entire Tigris in every sip.

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

The drop grows happy by losing itself in the river.

The object of my worship lies beyond perceptions reach. For those who see, the Ka'ba is a compass, nothing more.

For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river.