Love Is the Treasure The temple of love is not love itself; True love is the treasure, Not the walls about it. Do not admire the decoration, But involve yourself in the essence, The perfume that invades and touches you- The beginning and the end. Discovered, this replaces all else, The apparent and the unknowable. Time and space are slaves to this presence.

Don't be sad! Because God sends hope in the most desperate moments. Don't forget, the heaviest rain comes out of the darkest clouds.

Those loves which are for the sake of a colour are not love. In the end they are a disgrace.

In every religion there is love, yet love has no religion.

The Water said to the dirty one, “Come here.” The dirty one said, “I am too ashamed.” The water replied, “How will your shame be washed away without me?

Never be without remembrance of Him, for His remembrance gives strength and wings to the bird of the Spirit.

On the way there is no harder pass than this: fortunate is he who does not carry envy as a companion.