Everyone sleeps, except lovers, who stay awake, telling stories to God
A wealth you cannot imagine flows through you. Do not consider what strangers say. Be secluded in your secret heart-house, that bowl of silence.
Appear as you are, or be as you appear.
A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. That's how I hold your voice.
I, you, he, she, we In the garden of mystic lovers, these are not true distinctions.
Paradise is surrounded by what we dislike; the fires of hell are surrounded by what we desire.