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

I am so mad with love that mad men say to me - be still!

Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart, and that depends upon how much he has polished it. Whoever has polished it more sees more - more unseen forms become manifest to him.

Knowing that conscious decisions and personal memory are much too small a place to live, every human being streams at night into the loving nowhere, or during the day, in some absorbing work.

That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquility.

Its good to leave each day behind, like flowing water, free of sadness. Yesterday is gone and its tale told. Today new seeds are growing.

You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence or in absence.