When you're traveling, ask the traveler for advice / not someone whose lameness keeps him in one place.

There is a basket of fresh bread on your head, yet you go door to door asking for crusts.

If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?

Longing is the core of mystery. Longing itself brings the cure. The only rule is, suffer the pain. Your desires must be disciplined And what you want to happen in time, sacrificed.

There is an unseen sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes. When the sound box is filled, no music can come forth. When the brain and the belly burn from fasting, every moment a new song rises out of the fire. The mists clear, and a new vitality makes you spring up the steps before you . . .

I am weary of personal worrying, in love with the art of madness.

Behind every atom of this world hides an infinite Universe.