You lack a foot to travel? Then journey into yourself - that leads to transformation of dust into pure gold.

The angel is free because of his knowledge, the beast because of his ignorance. Between the two remains the son of man to struggle.

Silence is the language of God, all else is poor translation.

I should sell my tongue and buy a thousand ears when that One steps near and begins to speak.

Know that a word suddenly shot from the tongue is like an arrow shot from the bow. Son, that arrow won't turn back on its way; you must damn the torrent at its source.

In every religion there is love, yet love has no religion.

At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.