Suffering is a gift. In it is hidden mercy.

Knock, And He'll open the door
Vanish, And He'll make you shine like the sun
Fall, And He'll raise you to the heavens
Become nothing, And He'll turn you into everything.

در غم ما روزها بی گاه شد
روزها با سوزها همراه شد

Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.

This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor...Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.

Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon;
How much it can fill your room depends on its windows.