“Oh, you who are trying to learn the marvel of Love through the copy book of reason, I’m very much afraid that you will never really see the point.”

I am in love with every church And mosque And temple And any kind of shrine Because I know it is there That people say the different names Of the One God.

I rarely let the word NO escape from my mouth, because it is so plain to my soul that God has shouted, Yes! Yes! Yes! To every luminous movement in existence.

It is written on the gate of heaven: Nothing in existence is more powerful than destiny. And destiny brought you here, to this page, which is part of your ticket-as all things are-to return to God.

A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.

What we speak becomes the house we live in.

What is the root of all these words? One thing: Love. But a love so deep and sweet it needed to express itself with scents, sounds, colors that never before existed.

Only heart to heart can speak the bliss of mystic knowers.

I know the way you can get / When you have not had a drink of Love: / Your face hardens, / Your sweet muscles cramp. / Children become concerned / About a strange look that appears in your eyes / Which even begins to worry your own mirror / And nose.

There is an ambush everywhere from the army of accidents; therefore the rider of life runs with loosened reins.

Not loving is a letting go. Listen, The terrain around here Is Far too Dangerous For That.

This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings so love, love, love.

The beauty of You delights me. The sight of You amazes me. For the Pearl does this… and the Ocean does that.

Now that all your worry has proved such an unlucrative business. Why not find a better job.

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.

Live on the edge. I’m only free because I’m not afraid. Everything I was afraid of already happened to me.

Don’t be afraid of who sits in the White House. God can triumph over Trump.

Never be afraid to stand with the minority when the minority is right, for the minority which is right will one day be the majority.

I’m afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning.

Why are sex and violence always linked? I’m afraid they’ll blur together in people’s minds – sexandviolence – until we can’t tell them apart. I expect to hear a newscaster say, “The mob became unruly and the police were forced to resort to sex.”

Noble hearts are neither jealous nor afraid because jealousy spells doubt and fear spells pettiness.

Not unafraid, but moving a tiny bravery is a large one always always always this.

Are they dead that yet speak louder than we can speak, and a more universal language? Are they dead that yet act? Are they dead that yet move upon society and inspire the people with nobler motives and more heroic patriotism?