There are words which sever hearts more than sharp swords; there are words the point of which sting the heart through the course of a whole life.
Every man feels instinctively that all the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.
My Place is the placeless, my trace is the traceless; ‘I’ is neither body nor soul, for ‘I’ belong to the soul of the Beloved. I have put duality away, I have seen that the two worlds are one; One I seek, One I know, One I see, One I call.
You look at it, but it is not to be seen; Its name is Formless. You listen to it, but it is not to be heard; Its name is Soundless. You grasp it, but it is not to be held; Its name is Bodiless. These three elude all scrutiny. And hence they blend and become one.
Be kind, be all sympathy, for each and every human being is forced to fight against himself.
