This Dance Is The Joy Of Existence.

World Power Means Nothing. Only The Unsayable, Jeweled Inner Life Matters.

Two There Are Who Are Never Satisfied -- The Lover Of The World And The Lover Of Knowledge.

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

To Love Is To Reach God.

In Love’s Country, Language Doesn’t Have Its Place. Love Is Mute.