Then Outwardly You Are The Small Universe!

If You Love Someone, You Are Always Joined With Them--in Joy, In Absence, In Solitude, In Strife.

The Wailing Of Broken Hearts Is The Doorway To God.

My Heart Rushes Into The Garden, Joyfully Tasting All The Delights. But Reason Frowns, Disapproving Of The Heart's Bad Manners.

Poverty Is Not For The Sake Of Hardship. No, It Is There Because Nothing Exists But Allah. Poverty Unlocks The Door - What A Blessed Key!

When You Are With Everyone But Me, You're With No One. When You Are With No One But Me, You're With Everyone. Instead Of Being So Bound Up With Everyone, Be Everyone. When You Become That Many, You're Nothing. Empty.