“A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed,cut holes in it, and called it a human being.Since then, it's been wailing a tender agonyof parting, never mentioning the skillthat gave it life as a flute”

“My friend, you thought you lost Him;that all your life you've been separated from Him.Filled with wonder, you've always looked outside for Him,and haven't searched within your own house.”

“Love isn't the work of the tender and the gentle;Love is the work of wrestlers.The one who becomes a servant of loversis really a fortunate sovereign.Don't ask anyone about Love; ask Love about Love.Love is a cloud that scatters pearls.”

“Pull the thorn of existence out of the heart! Fast!For when you do, you will see thousands of rose gardens in yourself.”

“The world's flattery and hypocrisy is a sweet morsel:eat less of it, for it is full of fire.Its fire is hidden while its taste is manifest,but its smoke becomes visible in the end. ”

“Keep your intelligence white hot and your grief glistening“so your life will stay fresh.”

“In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don't run away from this dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat.”