Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment. Cleverness is mere opinion. Bewilderment brings intuitive knowledge.

The lovers of God never run out of patience, for they know that time is needed for the crescent moon to become full.

Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall and falling, they're given wings.

Friends are enemies sometimes, and enemies friends.

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 yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.

Even when tied in a thousand knots, the string is still but one.