People who repress desires often turn, suddenly, into hypocrites.

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

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

There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don't you? You feel the separation from the Beloved. Invite Him to fill you up, embrace the fire.

You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.

Before death takes away what you are given, give away what there is to give.

Stay in the spiritual fire. Let it cook you.