Innumerable changes of moods are yours, and they are uncontrolled by you. If you knew their origin, you would be able to dominate them. If you cannot localize your own changes, how can you localize that which formed you?
RumiThe garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.
RumiIn their seeking, wisdom and madness are one and the same. On the path of love, friend and stranger are one and the same.
Rumi