Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight.

Words, without power, is mere philosophy.

Democracy is a system where people are counted not weighed.

Physiologically less violent and psychologically more suitable to a concrete type of mind.

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

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.