Grieve not; though the journey of life be bitter, and the end unseen, there is no road which does not lead to an end.

What we speak becomes the house we live in.

Grieve not because thou understand-not life's mystery; behind the veil is concealed many a delight.

Tis writ on Paradise's gate, Woe to the dupe that yields to fate!

If, like the prophet Noah, you have patience in the distress of the flood, calamity turns aside, and the desire of a thousand years comes forth.

It is not easy to stop thinking ill of others. Usually one must enter into a friendship with a person who has accomplished that great feat himself. Then something might start to rub off on you of that true elegance.

The great religions are the ships, Poets the life boats. Every sane person I know has jumped overboard.

All your wounds from craving love exist because of heroic deeds.

When you can make others laugh with jokes that belittle no one and your words always unite, Hafiz will vote for you to be God.

Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.

The world is like an eye, a beard, a spot of beauty and eyebrow, Where each thing is neatly in place.

Now is the time to know that all that you do is sacred... Now is the time for you to deeply compute the impossibility that there is anything but grace.

I wish I could show you...the astonishing light of your own being.

When all your desires are distilled; You will cast just two votes: To love more, And be happy.

A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.

There is an ambush everywhere from the army of accidents; therefore the rider of life runs with loosened reins.

Love sometimes wants to do us a great favor: hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.

Sing because this is a food our starving world needs. Laugh because that is the purest sound.

The lips of the one I love are my perpetual pleasure.

I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden.

There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness.

We have come into this exquisite world to experience ever and ever more deeply our divine courage, freedom and light!

Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.