Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart, and that depends upon how much he has polished it. Whoever has polished it more sees more - more unseen forms become manifest to him.

Half-heartedne ss doesn't reach into majesty.

Whoever travels without a guide, needs two hundred years for a two-day journey.

All that you think is rain is not. Behind the veil angels sometimes weep.

What strange beings we are! That sitting in hell at the bottom of the dark, we're afraid of our own immortality.

I will soothe you and heal you, I will bring you roses. I too have been covered with thorns.

And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?