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When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

Would that I were a dry well, and that the people tossed stones into me, for that would be easier than to be a spring of flowing water that the thirsty pass by, and from which they avoid drinking.

Nor shall derision prove powerful against those who listen to humanity or those who follow in the footsteps of divinity, for they shall live forever. Forever.

When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

What is this world that is hastening me toward I know not what, viewing me with contempt?

Time has been transformed, and we have changed; it has advanced and set us in motion; it has unveiled its face, inspiring us with bewilderment and exhilaration.

Knowledge cultivates your seeds and does not sow in your seeds.

They consider me to have sharp and penetrating vision because I see them through the mesh of a sieve.

Poverty is a veil that obscures the face of greatness. An appeal is a mask covering the face of tribulation.

Zeal is a volcano, the peak of which the grass of indecisiveness does not grow.

Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is incumbent on me to know my self, to know it completely, to know its minutiae, its characteristics, its subtleties, and its very atoms.

If my survival caused another to perish, then death would be sweeter and more beloved.

Many a doctrine is like a window pane. We see truth through it but it divides us from truth.

Hallow the body as a temple to comeliness and sanctify the heart as a sacrifice to love; love recompenses the adorers.

Rebellion without truth is like spring in a bleak, arid desert.

You have your ideology and I have mine.

The just is close to the people's heart, but the merciful is close to the heart of God.

When we turn to one another for counsel we reduce the number of our enemies.

Where is the justice of political power if it executes the murderer and jails the plunderer, and then itself marches upon neighboring lands, killing thousands and pillaging the very hills?

Your friend is your needs answered.

What difference is there between us, save a restless dream that follows my soul but fears to come near you?