For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river.

In the deadly sweep Of every wave, A thousand dangers lie in wait.

Whereas it is difficult for everything to work out easily, A man cannot even afford to be a human

The world is a playground -Indian

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

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.

If there is a knower of tongues here, fetch him; There's a stranger in the city And he has many things to say.