Rumi

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.

Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.

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

Our high respect for a well read person is praise enough for literature.

Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.

If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer. But if he spends his days as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making the earth bald before her time, he is deemed an industrious and enterprising citizen.

Little minds have little worries, big minds have no time for worries.

The dead should be judged like criminals, impartially, but they should be allowed the benefit of the doubt.

I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.

Do not do to others what angers you if done to you by others.

He that hath knowledge spareth his words.

Hostesses who entertain much must make up their parties as ministers make up their cabinets, on grounds other than personal liking.

The hour of departure has arrived and we go our ways; I to die, and you to live. Which is better? Only God knows.

First and foremost, it’s going to be treat others with respect. Be polite: Manners go a long way. Try to come from a good place. And aside from that, stay focused and do the right thing.

We know but a few men, a great many coats and breeches.

Knowledge always demands increase; it is like fire, which must first be kindled by some external agent, but will afterwards always propagate itself.

My finger can point to the moon, but my finger is not the moon. You don’t have to become my finger, nor do you have to worship my finger. You have to forget my finger, and look at where it is pointing.

The rain comes and what bends will rise. It is a purposeful journey.