Keep silent, because the world of silence is a vast fullness

If you follow the ways in which you were trained, which you may have inherited, for no other reason than this, you are illogical.

Love is the reality, and poetry is the drum.

When someone critises or disagrees with you, a small ant of hatred and antagonism is born in your heart. If you do not squash that ant at once, it might grow into a snake, or even a dragon.

If you dig a pit for others to fall into, you will fall into it yourself.

There is a place where words are born of silence.

We may know who we are or we may not. We may be Muslims, Jews or Christians but until our hearts become the mould for every heart we will see only our differences.