I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside.

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don't give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

Know that a word suddenly shot from the tongue is like an arrow shot from the bow. Son, that arrow won't turn back on its way; you must damn the torrent at its source.

One drop of that ocean is Hope, and the rest is fear.

Shams, my body is a candle touched with fire.

I am so small I can hardly be seen. How can this great love be inside me? Look at your eyes. They are small, but they see enormous things.

In your beauty, how to make poems.