The Sun Comes Back Every Day With

In The Slaughterhouse Of Love, They Kill Only The Best, None Of The Weak Or Deformed. Don't Run Away From This Dying. Whoever's Not Killed For Love Is Dead Meat.

I Opened My Arms To Love And Love Embraced Me Like A Lover

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

Awe Is The Salve That Will Heal Our Eyes.

Be Full Of Sorrow, That You May Become Hill Of Joy; Weep, That You May Break Into Laughter.