No Sickness Worse Than Imagining Thyself To

My Friend, The Sufi Is The Friend Of The Present Moment. To Say Tomorrow Is Not Our Way.

Bathe In The Splendor Of Your Own Light.

Oh My Friend, All That You See Of Me Is A Shell, The Rest Belongs To Love.

Love Possesses Seven Hundred Wings, And Each One Extends From The Highest Heaven To The Lowest Earth.

I Am Weary Of Personal Worrying, In Love With The Art Of Madness.