“And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky,Whereunder crawling coop't we live and die, Lift not thy hands to it for help -- for ItRolls impotently on as Thou or I.”

“Ah Love! could thou and I with Fate conspireTo grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits -- and thenRe-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!”

“The moving hand once having writ moves on. Nor all thy piety nor wit can lure it back to cancel half a line.”

“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor WitShall lure it back to cancel half a Line,Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”

“Why ponder thus the future to foresee, and jade thy brain to vain perplexity? Cast off thy care, leave Allah’s plans to him – He formed them all without consulting thee.” Three Cups of Tea”

“A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread - and Thou.”

“People talk about the Creator -But surely he didn't create man onlyto destroy him later! Because we are bad? Andwho's to blame for that? Or because we are beautiful?I can't make any sense of it.”