The real frienship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken.

Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house—do not pass by like a dream.

Those who own much have much to fear.

The night kissed the fading day With a whisper: "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth."

The pious sectarian is proud because he is confident of his right of possession in God. The man of devotion is meek because he is conscious of God's right of love over his life and soul.

While God waits for His temple to be built of love, men bring stones.

The tyrant claims freedom to kill freedom, and yet keep it for himself.