What does it profit you that all the libraries of the world should be yours? Not knowledge but what one does with knowledge is your profit.

The wave is ignorant of the true nature of the sea: how can the temporal comprehend the eternal?

In this market every head has a different fancy: everyone winds his turban in a different fashion.

Become placeless, for to change this place of water and clay is but to move from one prison to another.

To quit this troubled world is better than to enter it: the rosebud enters the garden with straitened heart and departs smiling.

The rosary in the hand, repentance on the lips, and the heart full of sinful longings-sin itself laughs at our repentance!

Seek for the truth from the heart which is empty of thought.