We should ask God to help us toward manners. Inner gifts do not find their way to creatures without just respect.

There is a life in you, search that life, search the secret jewel in the mountain of your body.

Our death is our wedding with eternity.

You are the drop,and the ocean you are kindness,you are anger, you are sweetness,you are poison. Do not make me more disheartened. you are the chamber of the sun, you are the abode of venus, you are the garden of all hope. Oh, Beloved, let me enter.

Love is language that cannot be said, or heard.

How far is the light of the moon from the moon? How far is the taste of candy from the lip?

There is an unseen sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes. When the sound box is filled, no music can come forth. When the brain and the belly burn from fasting, every moment a new song rises out of the fire. The mists clear, and a new vitality makes you spring up the steps before you . . .