Tears have cleansed my eyes, and errors have taught me the language of the hearts.
Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite.
I am one of those who believe that spiritual progress is a rule of human life, but the approach to perfection is slow and painful. If a woman elevates herself in one respect and is retarded in another, it is because the rough trail that leads to the mountain peak is not free of ambushes of thieves and lairs of wolves.
Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.
Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility: For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen, And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.
If you are poor, shun association with him who measures men with the yardstick of riches.
No lower can a man descend than to interpret his dreams into gold and silver.
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
In battling evil, excess is good; for he who is moderate in announcing the truth is presenting half-truth. He conceals the other half out of fear of people's wrath.
You have been told that, even like a chain, you are as weak as your weakest link. This is but half the truth. You are also as strong as your strongest link. To measure you by your smallest deed is to reckon the power of ocean by the frailty of its foam. To judge you by your failures is to cast blame upon the seasons for their inconstancy.
Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair, but manifestations of strength and resolution.
You shall be free indeed when your days are not without a care, nor your nights without a want and a grief, but rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound.
Prayer is the song of the heart. It reaches the ear of God even if it is mingled with the cry and the tumult of a thousand men.
Enthusiasm is a volcano on whose top never grows the grass of hesitation.
Death changes nothing but the mask that covers our faces.
The bird has an honor that man does not have. Man lives in the traps of his abdicated laws and traditions; but the birds live according to the natural law of God who causes the earth to turn around the sun.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart for the joys of the multitude. And I would not have the tears that sadness makes to flow from my every part turn into laughter. I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
Happiness is a vine that takes root and grows within the heart, never outside it.
In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
The first glance from the eyes of the beloved is like the spirit that moved upon the face of the waters, giving birth to heaven and earth.
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights. But your ears thirst for the sound of the heart's knowledge. You would know in words that which you have always known in thought. You would touch with your fingers the naked body of the dreams.
And only the sure of foot can give a hand to him who stumbles.
For a love to grow through the test of everyday living, one must respect that zone of privacy where one retires to relate to the inside instead of the outside.
Marriage is like a golden ring in a chain, whose beginning is a glance and whose ending is eternity.
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