Mount the stallion of love and do not fear the path, love’s stallion knows the way exactly. With one leap, Love’s horse will carry you home.

Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come.

Be with those who help your being.

In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don't run away from this dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat.

Let your Teacher be Love itself.

Love is an open secret, the most obvious thing in the world and the most hidden, with no why to how it keeps its mystery.

No one knows what makes the soul wake up so happy! Maybe a dawn breeze has blown the veil from the face of God.