You are the drop,and the ocean you are kindness,you are anger, you are sweetness,you are poison. Do not make me more disheartened. you are the chamber of the sun, you are the abode of venus, you are the garden of all hope. Oh, Beloved, let me enter.

What you're seeking is seeking you.

The fluteplayer puts breath into a flute, and who makes the music? Not the flute. The Fluteplayer!

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.

Our purpose here on earth: to manifest the very nature of our spirit, which is touched by the spirit of God.

I am the glorious sun, the ocean laden with pearls. Within my heart is the grandeur of heaven.

When you're traveling, ask the traveler for advice / not someone whose lameness keeps him in one place.