The ocean sleeps. The ocean wakes. And the waking of the ocean is the waking of the soul. At midnight wakefulness springs from within the ocean.

A man is happy who is happy with his Naseeb(allotted portion).

We wish to become one thing or another, rather we wish to become everything and in this pursuit of becoming everything we only end up becoming idiots.

In love, there is no distinction between success and failure. If love remains then even separation is union otherwise even union is separation.

Death is the protector of life and life is the process of death.

In reality, every reality is a veil over reality.

This life is but a dream. A state of sleep but how unfortunate that man's eyes open only when they are about to be closed (forever).