“Umakni vso domišljijo, in se trdno okleni tega, kar dejansko si.”

“Piščal Neskončnega neprenehoma igra,njen zvok je čista ljubezen.Ko se ljubezen osvobodi spon, seže po resnici. Kako širno se razlega ta zven!Nima konca in nič mu ne stoji napoti.Podoba te melodije sije kakor milijone sonc.To brenkalo je brez primere-brenkalo, ki oddaja note resnice.”

“Srce pravi...Kdaj se bova dvignila?Razum pravi...Kdaj bova šla?Pol leta utrujaš svoje možgane,cilj pa je samo kilometer proč.”

“Oh, razum, vse se zgodi,ko nastopi čas za to.Vrtnar lahko drevo zalije stokrat,toda sadje bo zraslo,ko bo prišel pravi letni čas.”

“as jolaha ka maram na jana, jinh jag ani pasarinhh tana;dharti akas dou gad khandaya, chand surya dou nari banaya;sahastra tar le purani puri, ajahu bine kathin hai duri;kahai kabir karm se jori, sut kusut bine bhal kori;No one could understand the secret of this weaver who, coming into existence, spread the warp as the world; He fixed the earth and the sky as the pillars, and he used the sun and the moon as two shuttles; He took thousands of stars and perfected the cloth; but even today he weaves, and the end is difficult to fathom.Kabir says that the weaver, getting good or bad yarn and connecting karmas with it, weaves beautifully. ”

“Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.My shoulder is against yours.you will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine rooms, nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals:not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but vegetables.When you really look for me, you will see me instantly —you will find me in the tiniest house of time.Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God? He is the breath inside the breath.”

“Faith,Waiting in the heart of a seed, Promises a miracle of life which cannot prove at once.”