朝阳之地

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.

When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.

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

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: &#39;You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.&#39;

People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.

A man is insensible to the relish of prosperity &#39;til he has tasted adversity.

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

When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.