# Stop weaving a net about yourself: burst like a lion from the cage.
# Worship him as if you could see him with your physical eyes; though you don't see him he sees you.
# We tried reasoning our way to Him: it did not work; but the moment we gave up, no obstacle remained.
# In His presence, silence is the gift of tongues.
# At his door, what is the difference between Moslem and Christian, virtuous and guilty? At his door all are seekers and he the sought.
# The dumb find tongues, when the scent of life reaches them from his soul
# You have broken faith, yet still he keeps his faith with you: he is truer to you than you are to yourself,
# Apply yourself, hand and foot, to the search; but when you reach the sea, stop talking of the stream.
# Silence is praise - have done with speech; your chatter will only bring you harm and sorrow
# Unself yourself... until you see your self as a speck of dust you cannot possibly reach that place; self could never breathe that air, so wend your way there without self.
# When the eye is pure it sees purity.
# The road your self must journey on lies in polishing the heart.
# Bring all of yourself to his door: bring only a part and you've brought nothing at all.
# Break free from your chains you have forged about yourself.
# From Him forgiveness comes so fast, it reaches us before repentance has even taken shape on our lips.
# He treasures you more than you do yourself. Rise, have done with fairy tales; leave your base passions, and come to me.
# the way is long only because you delay to start on it; one single step would bring you to him
# You have to realize that it is his guidance that keeps you on the path and not your own strength
# My friend, everything existing exists through him; your own existence is a mere pretense. No more nonsense! Lose yourself, and the hell of your heart becomes a heaven.
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