Like the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean-the ocean of the soul. How could this bird, born from that sea, make his dwelling here?

The sweetness and delights of the resting-place are in proportion to the pain endured on the Journey. Only when you suffer the pangs and tribulations of exile will you truly enjoy your homecoming.

Reason is like an officer when the king appears. The officer then loses his power and hides himself. Reason is the shadow cast by God; God is the sun.

There is no Love greater than Love with no object. For then you, yourself, have become love, itself.

Sunlight fell upon the wall; the wall received a borrowed splendor. Why set your heart on a piece of earth, O simple one? Seek out the source which shines forever.

You may learn to imitate a birdcall, but do you experience what the nightingale feels for the rose?

On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter.