The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

The body is not hidden from the soul, nor is the soul hidden from the body, and yet the soul is not for everyone to see.

Love is the common denominator that unites all people whatever religion they are.

There is no worse sickness for the soul, o you who are proud, than this pretense of perfection.

I want to say words that flame as I say them, but I keep quiet and don't try to make both words fit in one mouthful.

A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed, cut holes in it, and called it a human being. Since then, it's been wailing a tender agony of parting, never mentioning the skill that gave it life as a flute

A seeker of Truth looks beyond the apparent and contemplates the hidden.