Unbeliever is he who follows predestination even if he be Muslim, Faithful is he, if he himself is the Divine Destiny.

When truth has no burning, then it is philosophy, when it gets burning from the heart, it becomes poetry.

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.

Rise above sectional interests and private ambitions... Pass from matter to spirit. Matter is diversity; spirit is light, life and unity.

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

The alchemist of the West has turned stone into glass But my alchemy has transmuted glass into flint Pharaohs of today have stalked me in vain

If faith is lost, there is no security and there is no life for him who does not adhere to religion.