There’s a hidden sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes, no more, no less. If the soundbox is stuffed full of anything, no music…. When you’re full of food and drink, Satan sits where your spirit should…. – Rumi

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here. – Rumi

If you are irritated by every rub, how will you be polished? – Rumi