“We are People who need to love, because Love is the soul’s life, Love is simply creation’s greatest joy.”

Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!

I long for You so much I follow barefoot Your frozen tracks That are high in the mountains That I know are years old. I long for You so much I have even begun to travel Where I have never been before.

The small man builds cages for everyone he knows While the sage, who has to duck his head when the moon is low, Keeps dropping keys all night long For the beautiful rowdy prisoners.

Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.

Your love Should never be offered to the mouth of a Stranger, Only to someone Who has the valor and daring To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife Then weave them into a blanket To protect you.

The only friends who are free from cares are the goblet of wine and a book. Give me wine…that I may for a time forget the cares of the world.

This place where you are right now, God circled on a map for you.

I should not make any promises right now, But I know if you Pray Somewhere in this world – Something good will happen.

I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, ‘love lifts me.’

Greatness is always built on this foundation: the ability to appear, speak and act, as the most common man.

Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.

There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.

Dear Ones, Beware of the tiny gods frightened men Create To bring anesthetic relief to their sad days.

You ache with loneliness one night so much you weep and I say ‘here is a rope tie it around me Hafiz will be your companion for life’.

Plant a Seed so your Heart will Grow.

We don’t need sugar, flour or rice or anything else. We just want to see our dear ones.

The path is the destination, and the destination is hidden in the path, as the Creator is hidden in creation.

Democracy, the deceitful theory that the Jew would insinuate – namely, that theory that all men are created equal.

My emotions allow me to create that is something only I dictate.

If your work is about creating something that you truly care for, there is no need to balance work and life – life is work and work is life.

The mind is a powerful instrument. Every thought, every emotion that you create changes the very chemistry of your body.

It does not follow, that because a particular work of art succeeds in charming us, its creator also deserves our admiration.

We cannot fix yesterday, but we can create tomorrow.

Brutality creates respect.