Proper logic demands that the use of logic be restrained, for it is a circumscribed instrument.
To endeavor to think about Abraham after the seventh century without any attention to what his being was before is consummate folly.
Society allows the strangest of people to dictate the shape of its economic and cultural nature — if that is not the work of the devil, then what is?
One whose lawyer is the One may yet perish, and if nothing else, he may rejoice in unburdening himself of having to plead on his own behalf.
In the technical sense, all is determined.
One must find blessings even in instruments of doom for it is not the nature of being to cause into existence a thing that is not necessarily good, albeit accidentally harmful as far as sense-perception is concerned.
The strings from the heavens that twist and turn all, silver like air, now solid chartreuse.
The master Abraham sought to look at the heavens, whilst we seek to look at the ground.
The One is all — the all are not One.
Elaborate theories of causality were developed by men enraptured by thought to the extent they crowned themselves the elect and the rest as merely ordinary — the devil would be mighty proud of such arrogance; by all means, man must exert himself fully in matters of pushing the capacity of his intellect, making proper use of all instruments of thought, be they logic, intuition, or dialectics, but to draw from such labor a distinction between the select and the common is nothing but great folly.
In the face of death, even the despicable becomes an object of compassion.
A willing slave of the One is either asked or forced to fulfill the One’s wish.
Prostration is the mark of a slave, looking thereafter at the sky is the mark of a friend.
How many times has a man of the times said to His master that he is in absolute love with Him, to the point that naught exists but Him — the gentle veery of the forest sings of this love in the deepest and darkest of woods, where even the sun hesitates to pry.
The world of this Lord is vast enough for many a color to exist, woven into the same tapestry without much travail.
Does man not wonder at how the wise Lord allows him to feel varying degrees of agency throughout the course of life? If one were to examine one’s own expansion and constriction, it would become clear how the wise Lord alchemizes stone and air.
The power of suggestion is such that it seeks not to dominate, preach, or moralize, but only to leave a minute trace, which in the wisdom of the Lord, may seep into the very heart of man.
The world was created to be understood only partially, but to be known fully.
One may become an angry beast during the course of his sojourn on soil and sand, but he must not die as such.
Try and try; the lance wounds, but it is yet to kill.
The realization of privation is crucial for any substantive understanding of the nature of life.