“Suddenly the drunken sweetheart appeared out of my door.She drank a cup of ruby wine and sat by my side.Seeing and holding the lockets of her hairMy face became all eyes, and my eyes all hands.”

“I lamented in every gathering;I associated with those in bad or happy circumstances.(But) everyone became my friend from his (own) opinion;he did not seek my secrets from within me.My secret is not far from my lament,but eyes and ears do not have the light (to sense it.”

“Today I'm out wandering, turning my skullinto a cup for others to drink wine from.In this town somewhere there sits a calm, intelligent man,who doesn't know what he's about to do!”

“All day I think about it, then at night I say it.Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?I have no idea.My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,and I intend to end up there. Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?I cannot stop asking.If I could taste one sip of an answer,I could break out of this prison for drunks.I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.”

“Never lose hope, my heart, miracles dwell in the invisible. If the whole world turns against you keep your eyes on the Friend.”

“There is a community of the spirit.Join it, and feel the delightof walking in the noisy streetand being the noise.Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace.Close both eyes to see with the other eye”

“The result of my life is no more than three words: I was raw, I became cooked, I was burnt.”