If you are poor, shun association with him who measures men with the yardstick of riches..

Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem.

They tell me: If you see a slave sleeping, do not wake him lest he be dreaming of freedom. I tell them: If you see a slave sleeping, wake him and exp….

We who love Him beheld Him with these our eyes which He made to see; and we touched Him with these our hands which He taught to reach forth..

Love... it surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be..

Often times I have hated in self-defense; if I were stronger I would not have used such a weapon..

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 ex….

As one's gifts increase, his friends decrease..

Braving obstacles and hardships is braver than retreat to tranquility..

Let your home be you mast and not your anchor..

And some of your elders remember pleasures with regret like wrongs committed in drunkenness. But regret is the beclouding of the mind and not its cha….

As the strings of a lute are apart though they quiver the same music..

Your house is your larger body. It grows in the sun and sleeps in the stillness of the night; and it is not dreamless. Does not your house dream, and….

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….

You often say ; I would give , but only to the deserving, The trees in your orchard say not so , nor the flocks in your pasture. Surely he who is wor….

Work is love made visible..

The sun teaches to all things that grow their longing for the light. But it is night that raises them to the stars..

You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have builded are but the foundation of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation..

Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self..

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary..

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….