There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope. The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.

If you want to ascend like the Prophet to the sky of immortality, know this very well: Fasting is your Arabian stallion.

When you resolve to become pious, the devil in your nature cries out at you, "Tread not those paths, O confused one; distress and poverty will overcome you. You will be despised, let down by friends, you will regret it." Dread of the devil has bound their souls; the cries of the devil are the drover of the damned; the call of the Lord is a guardian of the saints.

Your earthly lover can be charming and coquettish but never very faithful. The true lover is the one who on your final day opens a thousand doors.

From understanding comes LOVE.

When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.

Every need brings in what's needed. Pain bears its cure like a child.