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

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

Peace is in proportion to every pause: observe the difference between to run, to walk, to stand, to sit, to lie, to die.

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

Formerly, people used to grieve over the departed, but in our days they grieve over the survivors.

The weeping of the candle is not in mourning for the moth: the dawn is at hand, and it is thinking of its own dark night.

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