A servant wants to be rewarded for what he does. A lover wants only to be in love's presence, that ocean whose depth will never be known.

Even though you tie a hundred knots, the string remains one.

Come to the Root of the Root of your Self

Whoever finds love beneath hurt and grief disappears into emptiness with a thousand new disguises

Look for the answer inside your question.

In their seeking, wisdom and madness are one and the same. On the path of love, friend and stranger are one and the same.

Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.