There Is A Basket Of Fresh Bread

Doubt Is A Precipice On The Way To God. Blessed Is He Who Is Freed From Its Bonds. He Who Fares Without Any Doubt, Adhere To His Footprints If You Do Not Know The Way. Cleave To The Footprints Of The Deer And Advance With Care That You May Reach The Musk-gland. By Means Of Such Trekking, Even If You Walk On Fire, You Will Reach The Luminous Peak.

Silence Is The Language Of God, All Else Is Poor Translation.

A Soul Which Is Not Clothed With The Inner Garment Of Love Should Be Ashamed Of Its Existence.

The Whole Universe Is Contained Within A Single Human Being - You.

My Sight My Heart My Life All Three Words I Have Woven Into One ... Love.