The garden of the world has no limits, except in your mind.

No more words. In the name of this place we drink in with our breathing, stay quiet like a flower. So the nightbirds will start singing.

World power means nothing. Only the unsayable, jeweled inner life matters.

This world is full of remedies. But you have no remedy until God opens a window for you. You may not be aware of that remedy just now. In the hour of need it will be made clear to you. The Prophet said God made a remedy for every pain.

Be kind and honest, and harmful poisons will turn sweet inside you.

I am so mad with love that mad men say to me - be still!

Love is language that cannot be said, or heard.