Whoever acts with respect will get respect.

The lovers of God never run out of patience, for they know that time is needed for the crescent moon to become full.

Your name is upon my tongue your image is in my sight your memory is in my heart where can I send these words that I write ?

O Beloved, where is the Beloved?

Rise up nimbly and go on your strange journey to the ocean of meanings.... Leave and don't look away from the sun as you go, in whose light you're sometimes crescent, sometimes full.

Beyond ideas, there's a field. Will you meet me there?

The time has come to turn your heart into a temple of fire.