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

What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.

The 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.

Pain is a treasure, for it contains mercies.

Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.

The light which shines in the eye is really the light of the heart.. The light which fills the heart is the light of God, which is pure and separate from the light of intellect and sense.

Light the incense! You have to burn to be fragrant.