It is true that we are made of dust. And the world is also made of dust. But the dust has motes rising.

Why hast thou made me born in this country, The inhabitant of which is satisfied with being a slave?

From your past emerges the present, and from the present is born your future.

But the universe, as a collection of finite things, presents itself as a kind of island situated in a pure vacuity to which time, regarded as a series of mutually exclusive moments, is nothing and does nothing.

Thus passing through the infinite varieties of space we reach the Divine space which is absolutely free from all dimensions and constitutes the meeting point of all infinities.

The soul is neither inside nor outside the body; neither proximate to nor separate from it.

Be aware of your own worth, use all of your power to achieve it. Create an ocean from a dewdrop. Do not beg for light from the moon, obtain it from the spark within you.