Oh Soul! You worry too much. Your arms are heavy with treasures of all kinds.

The sweetness and delights of the resting-place are in proportion to the pain endured on the Journey. Only when you suffer the pangs and tribulations of exile will you truly enjoy your homecoming.

Every love outside of HIS love, is pain.

Do you hear what the music is saying? 'Come follow me and you will find the way. Your mistakes can also lead you to the truth. When you ask, the answer will be given.'

I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.

Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

Pain is a treasure, for it contains mercies.