The lovers of God never run out of patience, for they know that time is needed for the crescent moon to become full.

There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don't you?

The Heart of the matter is Soul, nothing else.

The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it's gone.

If you have not learned to be a passionate lover, do not count your life as lived. On the day of reckoning, it will not be counted.

The gates made of light swing open. You see in.

Love itself describes its own perfection. Be speechless and listen.