He who gives love will receive a thousandfold in return.
When I open my eyes to the outer world I feel myself as a drop in the sea. But when I close my eyes and look within, I see the whole universe as a bubble raised in the ocean of my heart.
My heart is tuned to the quietness that the stillness of nature inspires.
God breaks the heart again and again and again until it stays open.
In love abides all knowledge. It is mankind’s love and interest in things that in time reveals their secret.
There is nothing in the world that does not speak to us. Everything and everybody reveals its own nature, character and secrets continuously. The more open our inner senses, the more we understand the voice of everything.
A person does not hear sound only through the ears; he hears sound through every pore of his body. It permeates the entire being...
There should be balance in all our actions; to be either extreme or lukewarm is equally bad.
Joy and sorrow are the light and shade of life; without light and shade no picture is clear.
By love, harmony and beauty you must turn the whole of life into a single vision of divine glory.
The existence of illness in the body may no doubt be called a shadow of the true illness which is held by man in his mind.
Love develops into harmony, and of harmony is born beauty.
The religion of the Sufi is the religion of the heart. The principal moral of the Sufi is to consider the heart of others, so that in the pleasure and displeasure of his fellow-man he sees the pleasure and displeasure of God.
The heart becomes wide by forgetting self, but narrow by thinking of the self and pitying one’s self. To gain a wide and broad heart you must have something before you to look upon, and to rest your intelligence upon – and that something is the God-ideal.
Music seems to be the bridge over the gulf between form and the formless.
Sound is the force of creation, the true whole. Music then, becomes the voice of the great cosmic oneness and therefore the optimal way to reach this final state of healing.
Spiritual progress is the changing of the point of view.
As long as in love there is “you” and “me,” love is not fully kindled.
True power is not in trying to gain power; true power is in becoming power. But how to become power? It requires an attempt to make a definite change in oneself, and that change is a kind of struggle with one’s false self.
All ignorance is the lack of love.