Silence Gives Answers.

A Lover's Life Lies In Death. You Shall Not Find A Heart Without Losing The Heart.

I Am Sunlight Slicing The Dark.

What Shall I Say, O Muslims, I Know Not Myself, I Am Neither A Christian, Nor A Jew, Nor A Zoroastrian, Nor A Muslim.

Botha Swimmer And A Drowned Man Are In The Water; The Latter Is Borne By The Water And Controlled By It, While The Swimmer Is Borne Along By His Own Power And Of His Own Volition. Every Movement Made By The Drowned Man - Indeed, Every Act And Word That Issue From Him - Comes From The Water, Not From Him... The Saints Are Like This. They Have Died Before Death.

Your Eyelashes Will Write On My Heart The Poem That Could Never Come From The Pen Of A Poet.