"Spirit is very subtle and love is very jealous, What room for form, if the felt is hundredfold?..."

"Know you a name without a thing answering to it? Have you ever plucked a rose (Gul) from Gaf and Lam? You name His name;..."

"All the seventy and two heresies lurk in you, Have a care lest one day they prevail over you; He in whose breast the lea..."