The Prophet, peace be on him, presents all the possibilities of the human state in perfection. Now, a part of that of course is love of God.

The love of God is not only the highest form of love, but also in reality the only love of which all other loves are but shadows

The quest for truth must be carried out by each person individually. It is like breathing, something which no one else can do for us.

In traditional societies, nature was seen as one’s wife, but the modern West turned it into a prostitute.

The environmental crisis has deep spiritual, philosophical, and religious roots and causes. It is not merely the result of bad engineering.

The human soul, provided it is pure and strong enough, can contact the unseen in waking life as well as in dreams: all that is required is withdrawal of the soul from the tumult of sensory life.

To be modern is to destroy nature.

Only man can stop being fully man. He can ascend above all degres of universal existence and by the same token fall below the level of the basest of creatures.

In the traditional Islamic world, the hierarchy of the arts was not based on whether they were "fine" or "industrial" or "minor". It was based upon the effect of art on the soul of the human being.

Justice is inseparable from truth in human life.

All Muslims stand before God and they are their own priests.

A genuinely caring heart always find kindness and happiness to share.

Never fails. Every new book I write seems impossible, writes like I'm typing from dictation, edits like I didn't write it, and finishes like I couldn't possibly have written it.

I have aspirations of making a big, historical epic. I don't know if I'll ever get the money to do it.

Every time I set foot on the Bernabeu turf I got the jitters, a kind of anxiety that takes hold of you the moment you step out into the glare of the floodlights.

I can't just be the girl who sang 'I Kissed a Girl.' I have to leave a legacy.

My father died when I was nine and a half. We were on relief for two years. They call it welfare now, but it was relief then... I never forgot the generosity of New York.

Who can ever be alone for a moment in Italy? Every stone has a voice, every grain of dust seems instinct with spirit from the Past, every step recalls some line, some legend of long-neglected lore.

That's reality, it's accessibility. People are used to seeing me like that for the last year, I think, ... To avoid it is avoidance. We're not going to avoid things.

The proud man is forsaken of God.

The more successful I get, the more I am reminded that in the minds of a great many people I will never be anything more than my body. No matter what I accomplish, I will be fat, first and foremost.