Lovers move like lightning and wind. No contest. Theologians mumble, rumble-dumble, necessity and free will, while lover and beloved pull themselves into each other.

Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me. Be silent.

Love's creed is separate from all religions.

People are distracted by objects of desire, and afterwards repent of the lust they've indulged, because they have indulged with a phantom and are left even farther from Reality than before. Your desire for the illusory is a wing, by means of which a seeker might ascend to Reality. When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off; you become lame and that fantasy flees. Preserve the wing and don't indulge such lust, so that the wing of desire may bear you to Paradise. People fancy they are enjoying themselves, but they are really tearing out their wings for the sake of an illusion.

What comes, will go. What is found, will be lost again. But what you are is beyond coming and going and beyond description.

Whether you love God or you love a human being, if you love enough you will come into the presence of Love itself.

Let's ask God to help us to self-control for one who lacks it, lacks his grace.