Land of the rising sun

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.

You know the value of every article of merchandise, but if you don&#39;t know the value of your own soul, it&#39;s all foolishness.

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.

When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.