There is a basket of fresh bread on your head, yet you go door to door asking for crusts.

Inside you there’s an artist you don’t know about… say yes quickly, if you know, if you’ve known it from before the beginning of the universe.

What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.

If the house of the world is dark, Love will find a way to create windows.

You can accomplish a hundred other things but if you do not accomplish the one thing for which you have been sent, it will be as if you have done nothing.

On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter.

Learn to speak by listening.