The drop grows happy by losing itself in the river.

I asked my soul: What is Delhi? She replied: The world is the body and Delhi its life!

Lest we forget: It is easy to be human, very hard to be humane

Love knows no difference between life and death The one who gives you a reason to live is also the one who takes your breath away

Love cannot be seeded into someone. It is a fire that is difficult to kindle but once it takes on, it is equally difficult to extinguish.

For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river.

When nothing was, then God was there, Had nothing been God would have been; My being has defeated me, Had I not been, what would have been.

The object of my worship lies beyond perceptions reach. For those who see, the Ka'ba is a compass, nothing more.

The world is no more than the Beloved's face. And the desire of the One to know its own beauty, we exist.

For how tiny the world, This ant's egg-and the sky!

Oh, Lord, it is not the sins I have committed that I regret, but those which I have had no opportunity to commit

Sugar, it's no parade but you'll get down the street one way or another, so you'd just as well throw your shoulders back and pick up the pace.

Know what you want and reach out eagerly for it.

If everyone took his pen and wrote just anything that came on his mind, we would greatly help researchers to understand how our minds work

If words are to enter men's minds and bear fruit, they must be the right words shaped cunningly to pass men's defenses and explode silently and effectually within their minds.

It is time that we had uncommon schools, that we did not leave off our education when we begin to be men and women.

In 'whichever direction' you may turn your gaze you will find One Eternal Indivisible Being manifested. Yet, it is not at all easy to detect this Presence, because He interpenetrates everything.

The writer's life seethes within but not without.

Girls are so queer you never know what they mean. They say No when they mean Yes, and drive a man out of his wits for the fun of it.

One could call this a postnatal abortion on the part of a mother, I guess; I repudiate him entirely and completely for now and all times. . . . He is beyond human forgiveness.

Getting old in America ... best to do it somewhere else.