The way to renounce is to conquer the earth and heaven; the way to renounce is not to starve oneself to death.

O cultists! I like not your austere piety; your piety is penury, suffering and grief.

A nation that has lost Taimur’s great heritage, is unfit for piety, and is unfit to rule.

If the sweet cup-bearer listens not to me, it is good; when I say, ‘no more’, that will only bring me more.

The Sufi and his peers are all engrossed in a glimpse; they know not that concealment is itself a vision.

Bondage is freedom with favours from on high, and when favours are withheld, even freedom is bondage.

The West is a treasure-house for the reason’s quest; but for the heart it is a source of decay and death.