“Behold how this drop of seawaterhas taken so many forms and names;it has existed as mist, cloud, rain, dew, and mud,then plant, animal, and Perfect man;and yet it was a drop of waterfrom which these things appeared.Even so this universe of reason, soul, heavens, and bodies,was but a drop of water in its beginning and ending....When a wave strikes it, the world vanishes;and when the appointed time comes to heaven and stars,their being is lost in not being.”

“Know the world from end to end is a mirror;in each atom a hundred suns are concealed.If you pierce the heart of a single drop of water,from it will flow a hundred clear oceans;if you look intently at each speck of dust,in it you will see a thousand beings.A gnat in its limbs is like an elephant;in name a drop of water resembles the Nile.In the heart of a barleycorn is stored a hundred harvests.Within a millet-seed a world exists.In an insects wing is an ocean of life.A heaven is concealed in the pupil of an eye.The core at the center of the heart is small,yet the Lord of both worlds will enter there.”

“Penetrate the heart of just one drop of water, and you will be flooded by a hundred oceans.”

“The tavern haunter wanders lonely in a desertAnd sees the whole world as a mirage.The desert is limitless and endless --No one has seen its beginning or its end,And even if you wandered in it a hundred yearsYou would not find yourself, or anyone else.Those who live there have no feet or heads,Are neither "believers" nor "unbelievers."Drunk on the wine of selflessness,They have given up good and evil alike.Drunk, without lips or mouth, on TruthThey have thrown away all thoughts of name and fame,All talk of wonders, visions, spiritual states,Dreams, secret rooms, lights, miracles.”

“The philosopher with his two eyes sees double, so is unable to see the unity of the Truth.ز وحدت ديدن حق شد معطل**دو چشم فلسفي چون بود احول”

“No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure. Happiness is a glory shining far down upon us out of Heaven. She is a divine dew which the soul, on certain of its summer mornings, feels dropping upon it from the amaranth bloom and golden fruitage of Paradise.”

“He wonders how so much water can resist the pull of so much gravity for the time it takes such pregnant clouds to form, he wonders about the moment the rain begins, the turn from forming to falling, that slight silent pause in the physics of the sky as the critical mass is reached, the hesitation before the first swollen drop hurtles fatly and effortlessly to the ground.”