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Thou wert a love-lorn nightingale among owls,
The scent of the rose-garden reached thee, and thou didst go to the rose-garden.
Thou didst suffer sore headache from this bitter ferment,
At last thou wentest to the tavern of eternity.

— Rumi Attributed A Dictionary of Oriental Quotations (1911)

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Come, seek, for search is the foundation of fortune:
Every success depends upon focusing the heart.

The lion who breaks the enemy's ranks is a minor hero compared to the lion who overcomes himself.

The branch might seem like the fruit's origin:
In fact, the branch exists because of the fruit.

If you wish to shine like day, burn up the night of self-existence. Dissolve in the Being who is everything.

God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites, so that you will have two wings to fly, not one.

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