There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.
The art of knowing is knowing what to ignore.
Oh my friend, all that you see of me is a shell, the rest belongs to love.
There is my body, in it an ocean formed of his glory, all the creation, all the universes, all the galaxies, are lost in it.
The Heart that is not in love will fail the test.
Give your weakness to one who helps.