When nothing was, then God was there, Had nothing been God would have been; My being has defeated me, Had I not been, what would have been.

I asked my soul: What is Delhi? She replied: The world is the body and Delhi its life!

Lest we forget: It is easy to be human, very hard to be humane

Love knows no difference between life and death The one who gives you a reason to live is also the one who takes your breath away

Love cannot be seeded into someone. It is a fire that is difficult to kindle but once it takes on, it is equally difficult to extinguish.

For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river.

The object of my worship lies beyond perceptions reach. For those who see, the Ka'ba is a compass, nothing more.

The world is no more than the Beloved's face. And the desire of the One to know its own beauty, we exist.

The drop grows happy by losing itself in the river.

For how tiny the world, This ant's egg-and the sky!

Oh, Lord, it is not the sins I have committed that I regret, but those which I have had no opportunity to commit

I don't know what folk music means anymore, because the meaning of that just keeps changing.

On Easter I do reflect on the fact that as a Christian I am supposed to love, and I have to say that sometimes, when I've listened to less-than-loving expressions by Christians, I get concerned.

Our instinctive emotions are those that we have inherited from a much more dangerous world, and contain, therefore, a larger portion of fear than they should.

I've always been interested in the Southwest. There isn't a place in the world you can go where they don't know about cowboys and Indians and the myth of the West.

The ability to suffer is a small matter - weak women and even slaves can acheive virtuosity in that.

I've always had a hunger for realizing myself through my career.

And," he continued, his strange smile gleaming, "as I see it, our hearts are not so different in size. I murdered my father. You murdered yours. Is that something you did with a large heart?

I love my little overgrown yard. And my house is wonderful. It's everything that I need.

I gather that the dopaminergic system in the reward centres of the brain respond even more vigorously to the expectation of reward than to reward itself. Hence, perhaps, the disappointment.

The greatest missionary tool we have is that of demonstrating friendliness, brotherly kindness, harmony, love and peace in our homes and in all our church meetings.