Watch for all that beauty reflecting from you and sing a love song to your existence.

Yesterday was glory and joy. Today, a blackened burn everywhere. On the record of my life, these two days will be put down as one

Muhammad says, 'Love of one's country is a part of the faith.' But don't take that literally! Your real 'country' is where you're heading, not where you are. Don't misread that hadith.

A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.

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

Hall of Love has ten thousand swords. Don't be afraid to use one.

No one can tell if I’m laughing or weeping. I wonder myself.