You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

From myself I am copper, through you, friend, I am gold. From myself I’m a stone, but through you, I am a gem!

Oh Soul! You worry too much. Your arms are heavy with treasures of all kinds.

You think because you understand 'one' you must also understand 'two', because one and one make two. But you must also understand 'and'.

To find the Beloved, you must become the Beloved.

Until the juice ferments a while in the cask, it isn't wine. If you wish your heart to be bright, you must do a little work.

When someone is counting out gold for you, don't look at your hands, or the gold. Look at the giver.