“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.”

“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.”

“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.”

“I know you're tired but come, this is the way.”

“Everything you possess of skill, and wealth, and handicraft,wasn't it first merely a thought and a quest?”

“When someone beats a rug,the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.”