He takes the strangest liberties — But never takes his leave!

Whoever cannot find a temple in his heart, the same can never find his heart in any temple.

God walked alone unhonored through the earth;
For Him no heart-built temple open stood,
The soul forgetful of her nobler birth
Had hewn him lofty shrines of stone and wood,
And left unfinished and in ruins still
The only temple he delights to fill.

[O]n he goes, glibly, hearing nothing he does not want to hear, and seeing nothing he does not want to see: a god in tiny rooms.

No sooner is a temple built to God, but the Devil builds a chapel hard by.

He is the lord of goodly things That make the poor man's table gay, Yet of his worth no minstrel sings And on his tomb there is no bay.

Still, on he goes, glibly, hearing nothing he does not want to hear, and seeing nothing he does not want to see: a god in tiny rooms.

Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,
Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.

…He was averse from shedding human blood, though he destroyed many idolatrous temples, and erected mosques in their stead. He held conversation neither with Nazarenes nor with bramins; nor would he permit them to hold civil offices under his government.

Follow her down to worship some god
Who never speaks to me, I wonder if that's odd
Then he says you're never listening. ~ Lost

His great holy books, which he does not know. They are so holy that he does not dare to open them.

never's the word God listens for when he needs a laugh.

The mystic never returns to his selfhood after having experienced the state of Fana.

He was averse from shedding human blood, though he destroyed many idolatrous temples, and erected mosques in their stead. He held conversation neither with Nazarenes nor with bramins; nor would he permit them to hold civil offices under his government.