Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.

Music fills the infinite between two souls.

Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -- the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.

There, there is neither body nor mind: and where is the place that shall still the thirst of the soul? You shall find naught in that emptiness. Be strong, and enter into your own body: for there your foothold is firm. Consider it well, O my heart! go not elsewhere, Kabîr says: Put all imaginations away, and stand fast in that which you are.

Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain but for the heart to conquer it. Let me not look for allies in life's battlefield but to my own strength. Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved but hope for the patience to win my freedom.

Vanity is not like a horse or an elephant requiring expensive fodder.

Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit; Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action— Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.