“Come let us be friends for once. Let us make life easy on us. Let us be loved ones and lovers. The earth shall be left to no one.”

Whatever separates you from the Truth, throw it away, it will vanish anyhow.

Too many words are lit for a beast of burden.

If I told you about a land of love…would you swallow it as a remedy?

I am the drop that contains the ocean.

I tried to make sense of the Four Books, until love arrived, and it all became a single syllable.

The earth shall be left to no one.

My heart is the throne of the Beloved, the Beloved the heart’s destiny: Whoever breaks another’s heart will find no homecoming in this world or any other.

Thought is an errand boy, fear a mine of worries.

A heart makes a good home for the friend.

To love the world is to be afflicted.

The broken girls are the flowers of the earth they grow through tough conditions they bloom for themselves,

God’s heavenly plan doesn’t always make earthly sense.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty,-that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.

We aren’t just thrown on this earth like dice tossed across a table. We are lovingly placed here for a purpose

We are all connected; to each other, biologically. To the Earth, chemically. And to the rest of the universe, atomically.

A power to dispose of estates for ever is manifestly absurd. The earth and the fulness of it belongs to every generation, and the preceding one can have no right to bind it up from posterity. Such extension of property is quite unnatural.

Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few.