The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

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

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.

Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend. When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.

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