Why ponder thus the future to foresee, and jade thy brain to vain perplexity? Cast off thy care, leave Allah’s plans to him – He formed them all without consulting thee.

Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.

Fools, your reward is neither here nor there.

The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.

So I be written in the Book of Love. I do not care about that Book Above. Erase my name, or write it as you will. So I be written in the Book of Love.

I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.

To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.