Brother, stand the pain. Escape the poison of your impulses. The sky will bow to your beauty, if you do. Learn to light the candle. Rise with the sun. Turn away from the cave of your sleeping. That way a thorn expands to a rose.

If you put your soul against the oar with me, the power that made the universe will enter your sinew from a source not outside of your limbs, but from a holy realm that lives within us.

You are quaffing drink from a hundred fountains: whenever any of these hundred yields less, your pleasure is diminished. But when the sublime fountain gushes from within you, no longer need you steal from the other fountains.

Fasting blinds the body in order to open the eyes of your soul.

There are no edges to my loving now.

It is Love that holds everything together, and it is the everything also.

If you want to ascend like the Prophet to the sky of immortality, know this very well: Fasting is your Arabian stallion.