“Oh, Lord, nourish me not with love, but with the desire for love.”

I am in love with no other than myself, and my very separation is my union… I am my beloved and my lover; I am my knight and my maiden.

There was a time, when I blamed my companion if his religion did not resemble mine. Now, however, my heart accepts every form….Love alone is my religion.

None but God is loved in the exist- ent things. It is He who is manifest within every beloved to the eye of every lover – and there is nothing in the existent realm that is not a lover.

How can the heart travel to God, when it is chained by its desires?

Your personal nature seeks its paradise.

If you find it complicated to answer someone’s question, do not answer it, for his container is already full and does not have room for the answer.

My creed is LOVE; Wherever its caravan turns along the way, That is my belief, My faith.

Each person is oriented toward a quest for his personal invisible guide, or he entrusts himself to the collective, magisterial authority as the intermediary between himself and Revelation.

I follow the Way of Love, and where Love’s caravan takes its path, there is my religion, my faith.

My heart can take on any form: A meadow for gazelles, A cloister for monks, For the idols, sacred ground, Ka’ba for the circling pilgrim, The tables of the Torah, The scrolls of the Quran. My creed is Love; Wherever its caravan turns along the way, That is my belief, My faith.

I believe in the religion of Love, whatever direction its caravans may take, for Love is my religion and my faith.

When you know yourself, your ‘I’ness vanishes and you know that you and Allah are one and the same.

You are My sight, so have faith. You are My Face, so veil yourself.

God sleeps in the rock, dreams in the plant, stirs in the animal, and awakens in man.

Whoever builds his faith exclusively on demonstrative proofs and deductive arguments, builds a faith on which it is impossible to rely. For he is affected by the negativities of constant objections. Certainty(al-yaqin) does not derive from the evidences of the mind but pours out from the depths of the heart.

The ignorant one does not see his ignorance as he basks in its darkness; nor does the knowledgeable one see his own knowledge, for he basks in its light.