I never really cared for the things of this world. It was the glow of Your Presence that filled it with beauty.

Love possesses seven hundred wings, and each one extends from the highest heaven to the lowest earth.

Asleep or awake, writing or reading, whatever you do, you must never be without the remembrance of God.

Would you become a pilgrim on the road of love? The first condition is that you make yourself humble as dust and ashes.

What the sayer of praise is really praising is himself, by saying implicitly, My eyes are clear." Likewise, someone who criticizes is criticizing himself, saying implicitly, "I can't see very well with my eyes so inflamed.

Your body is woven from the light of heaven. Are you aware that its purity and swiftness is the envy of angels and its courage keeps even devils away.

Appear as you are, or be as you appear.