There is a sun within every person.

There is no reality but God , says the completely surrendered sheik, who is an ocean for all beings.

If the house of the world is dark, Love will find a way to create windows.

Botha swimmer and a drowned man are in the water; the latter is borne by the water and controlled by it, while the swimmer is borne along by his own power and of his own volition. Every movement made by the drowned man - indeed, every act and word that issue from him - comes from the water, not from him... The saints are like this. They have died before death.

Hungry, you're a dog, angry and bad-natured. having eaten your fill, you become a carcass; you lie down like a wall, senseless. At one time a dog, at another time a carcass, how will you run with lions, or follow the saints?

Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.

Dance from here to the other world-and don't stop.