Never be without remembrance of Him, for His remembrance gives strength and wings to the bird of the Spirit.

Play the flute of felicity! You, yourself, are the melody.

Many have been led astray by the Qur'an: by clinging to that rope many have fallen into the well. There is no fault in the rope, O perverse man, for it was you who had no desire to reach the top.

You could string a hundred endless days together, My soul would find no comfort from this pain. You laugh at my tale? You may be educated But you haven’t learned to love till you’re insane

Don't dismiss the heart, even if it's filled with sorrow. God's treasures are buried in broken hearts.

What you're seeking is seeking you.

Half-heartedness doesn't reach into majesty. You set out to find God, but then you keep stopping for long periods at meanspirited roadhouses.