I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.

In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don't run away from this dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat.

When you notice a fault in your neighbour, search for the same in yourself.

The ground submits to the sky and suffers whatever comes. Tell me, is the Earth worse for giving in like that?

Break your pitcher against a rock. We don't need any longer to haul pieces of the ocean around.

Your heart knows the way. Run in that direction.

Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book nor from tongue. If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is illumination of heart.