“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.”

It is He who is revealed in every face, sought in every sign, gazed upon by every eye, worshipped in every object of worship, and pursued in the unseen and the visible. Not a single one of His creatures can fail to find Him in its primordial and original nature.

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.

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.

AIDS is an absolutely tragic disease. The argument about AIDS’ being some kind of divine retribution is crap.

When we argue for our limitations, we get to keep them.

Your feelings are valid but not every argument is.

My house is small, but you are learned men And by your arguments can make a place Twenty foot broad as infinite as space.

Win through your actions, never through argument.

I don’t think the people of the slave states will ever consider the subject of slavery in its true light till some other argument is resorted to other than moral persuasion.

Talk to each other. Never go to bed when you’re angry with each other. Lady Antonia Frasier who was married to Harold Pinter said they never went to bed on an argument.

If you need to invoke your academic pedigree or job title for people to believe what you say, then you need a better argument.