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.

In monasteries, seminaries, retreats and synagogues, they fear hell and seek paradise. Those who know the mysteries of God never let that seed be planted in their souls.

Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.

Fools, your reward is neither here nor there.

Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.

Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!

There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.