“Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.”

I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden.

Let’s get loose with Compassion. Let’s drown in the delicious ambience of Love.

How seek the way which leadeth to our wishes? By renouncing our wishes. The crown of excellence is renunciation.

How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened.

True art awakens the Extraordinary Ovation.

It is not easy to stop thinking ill of others.Usually one must enter into a friendship with a person who has accomplished that great feat himself.Then something might start to rub off on you of that true elegance.

God disguised as myriad things, and playing a game of tag has kissed you and said, “You’re it. I mean you’re really it. Now it does not matter what you believe or feel. For something wonderful, something major-league wonderful, is someday going to happen.”

Everyone Is God speaking. Why not be polite and Listen to Him?

When you can make others laugh with jokes that belittle no one and your words always unite, Hafiz will vote for you to be God.

If, like the prophet Noah, you have patience in the distress of the flood, Calamity turns aside, and the desire of a thousand years comes forth.

Now is the time to know that all that you do is sacred.

Do not surrender your grief so quickly Let it cut more deeply Let it ferment and season you As few human or divine ingredients can Something is missing in my heart tonight That has made my eyes so soft And my voice so tender And my need of God so absolutely clear.

Love sometimes wants to do us a great favor: hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.

Light will someday split you open.

Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.

I wish I could show you the astonishing light of your own being.

There the wild animals wandered and fed as though they were in a pasture that stretched much farther than a man could see, and there were no settlers. Only Indians lived there.

Luxury lives in the finer details. It’s a cloth napkin at a dinner table. It’s a mint on your pillow before bed.

I no longer take pleasure in perishable food or in the delights of this world. I want only God’s bread, which is the Flesh of Jesus Christ, formed of the seed of David, and for drink I crave His Blood which is love that cannot perish.

As you get older, you find that often the wheat, disentangling itself from the chaff, comes out to meet you.

Life is too short not to order the bacon dessert.

Very well, I will marry you if you promise not to make me eat eggplant.

Whatever will satisfy one’s. Hunger is the real food.

He wants to wine and dine you, but sis what’s his soul like?