“The truth of love is the truth of the universe: it is the lamp of the soul that reveals the secrets of darkness.”

Forgiveness is a game only saints play Kabir.

Love does not grow on trees or brought in the market, but if one wants to be “LOVED” one must first know how to give (unconditional) LOVE.

The flute of the infinite is played without ceasing, and its sound is love.

Take a pitcher full of water and set it down in the water-now it has water inside and water outside. We mustn’t give it a name, lest silly people start talking again about the body and the soul.

Within the body there is played Music unending, though without stringed instruments That music of the Word pervades the entire creation Who listens to it is freed from all illusion.

If it were possible to meet the Beloved while laughing and in a state of comfort, why should one suffer the anguish of separation?

Wherever you are, that’s the entry point.

As the river surrenders itself to the ocean, what is inside me moves inside you.

Listen to the secret sound, the real sound, which is inside you. The one no one talks of speaks the secret sound to himself, and he is the one who has made it all.

Path presupposes distance; If He be near, no path needest thou at all. Verily it maketh me smile To hear of a fish in water athirst!

A learned man’s knowledge will be of no avail to him if he doesn’t have control over his tongue.

I’ve burned my own house down, the torch is in my hand.Now I’ll burn down the house of anyone who wants to follow me.

When you really look for me you will see me instantly.

Listen to your own Self. If you listen to that Self within, then you find the Truth.

Though One Brahman is the Cause of the Many. Behold but One in all things it is the second that leads you astray.

I sell mirrors in the city of the blind.

Books are the ever burning lamps of accumulated wisdom.

I’ve got some of my best yarns from park benches, lamp posts and newspaper stands.

Reflection is the lamp of the heart. If it departs, the heart will have no light.

Beware of prejudice; light is good in whatsoever lamp it is burning; a rose is beautiful in whatever garden it may bloom.

There are persons so radiant, so genial, so kind, so pleasure-bearin g, that you instinctively feel in their presence that they do you good; whose coming into a room is like bringing a lamp there.

God is the electricity and we are the lamps.

The lamp burns bright when wick and oil are clean.

He lit a lamp in broad daylight and said, as he went about-I am looking for a human.