You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence, or in absence. Both mourn, the angels, the prophets, and this sadness I feel has taken from me the taste of language, so that I cannot say the flavor of my being apart.

Travel brings power and love back into your life.

Conventional opinion is the ruin of our souls.

O tongue you are an endless treasure. O tongue, you are also an endless disease.

You live in my heart where no one sees you but I do. That vision becomes this art.

This is the essence of all sciences - that you should know who you will be when the Day of Reckoning arrives.

The light which shines in the eye is really the light of the heart.