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I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.

Beg of God the removal of envy, that God may deliver you from externals, and bestow upon you an inward occupation, which will absorb you so that your attention is not drawn away.

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

This is the essence of all sciences - that you should know who you will be when the Day of Reckoning arrives.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.

You&#39;ve come to know the fortunate and the inauspicious stars, but you don&#39;t know whether you yourself are fortunate or lucky.

An enemy to whom you show kindness becomes your friend, excepting lust, the indulgence of which increases its enmity.

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

Love will find its way through all languages on its own.

However much I might try to expound or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations... Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.

Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what&#39;s hidden.

Sunlight fell upon the wall; the wall received a borrowed splendor. Why set your heart on a piece of earth, O simple one? Seek out the source which shines forever.

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

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;

Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.

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

Don&#39;t be surprised at Fortune&#39;s turns and twists: That wheel has spun a thousand yarns before.

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