When you resolve to become pious, the devil in your nature cries out at you, "Tread not those paths, O confused one; distress and poverty will overcome you. You will be despised, let down by friends, you will regret it." Dread of the devil has bound their souls; the cries of the devil are the drover of the damned; the call of the Lord is a guardian of the saints.

I am merely a guest, born in this world to know the secrets that lie beyond it.

I am an ark in the swift flood of time, and my companions, a fellowship. Who throws in with us sails into light.

My heart is burning with love. All I can see is this flame. My heart is burning with passion, like waves on an ocean. I'm at home, wherever I am. And in the room of lovers, I can see with closed eyes the beauty that dances. Behind the veils, intoxicated with love, I too dance the rhythm of this moving world.

On the way there is no harder pass than this: fortunate is he who does not carry envy as a companion.

Lovely days don’t come to you, you should walk to them.

Stop searching here and there, the jewels are inside YOU.