Two there are who are never satisfied -- the lover of the world and the lover of knowledge.

Suffering is a gift; in its hidden mercy

God (in His mercy) accepts false coin.

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.

Set your sights on a place higher than your eyes can see.

A lover asked his beloved, Do you love yourself more than you love me? Beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you. I've disappeared from myself and my attributes, I am present only for you. I've forgotten all my learnings, but from knowing you I've become a scholar. I've lost all my strength, but from your power I am able. I love myself...I love you. I love you...I love myself.

The world is nothing but a moment.