The rewards of life and devotion to God are love and inner rapture, and the capacity to receive the light of God.

The soul lives there in the silent breath.

When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off; you become lame, abandoned by a fantasy. …People fancy they are enjoying themselves, but they are really tearing out their wings for the sake of an illusion.

And patience flees my heart, And reason flees my mind. Oh, how drunk can I get to be, Without your love's security?

Sit quietly and listen for a voice that will say, "Be more silent." As that happens, your soul starts to revive.

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.

There is a window from one heart to another heart.