Everything you possess of skill, and wealth, and handicraft, wasn't it first merely a thought and a quest?
Love cannot be described. It must be tasted.
Close your eyes, fall in Love, stay there.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.
If you want to ascend like the Prophet to the sky of immortality, know this very well: Fasting is your Arabian stallion.
Every leaf that grows will tell you: what you sow will bear fruit, so if you have any sense my friend, don't plant anything but Love.