In this life many demolitions are actually renovations.

The ocean of the body crashes against the ocean of the heart. Between them is a barrier they cannot cross.

The moment an inspiring thought enters your heart, appreciate it as a dear guest visiting you that day.

Your spirit is mingled with mine what touches you, touches me.

This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.

Do good to the people for the sake of God or for the peace of your own soul that you may always see what is pure and save your Heart from the darkness of hate

Suffering is a gift; in its hidden mercy