Love rushed into my veins emptying me of myself. Now filled with the Beloved my only possession is my name.

No one can tell if I’m laughing or weeping. I wonder myself.

All religions, all this singing, one song. The differences are just illusion and vanity. The sun’s light looks a little different on this wall than it does on that wall, and a lot different on this other one, but it’s still one light.

My heart is so small it's almost invisible. How can You place such big sorrows in it? "Look," He answered, "your eyes are even smaller, yet they behold the world.

Where, with your one rose you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?

Oh sky, without me, do not change, Oh moon, without me, do not shine; Oh earth, without me, do not grow, Oh time, without me, do not go. ...Oh, you cannot go, without me.

The art of knowing is knowing what to ignore.