For without you, I swear, the town Has become like a prison to me. Distraction and the mountain And the desert, all I desire.

When someone is counting out gold for you, don't look at your hands, or the gold. Look at the giver.

If in thirst you drink water from a cup, you see God in it. Those who are not in love with God will see only their own faces in it.

If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring.

The Past, the Future, O dear, is from you; you should regard both these as one.

He whose intellect overcomes his lust is higher than the angels; he whose lust overcomes his intelligence is less than an animal.

The final flight make your last journey from this strange world soar for the heights where there is no more God has created your wings not to be dormant as long as you are alive you must try more and more to use your wings to show you're alive.