朝阳之地

He who is a slave to his stomach seldom worships God.

The moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

The best loved by God are those that are rich, yet have the humility of the poor, and those that are poor and have the magnanimity of the rich.

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.

That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquillity.

What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.