Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight.
— Muhammad Iqbal
Islam is itself destiny and will not suffer destiny.
I have never considered myself a poet. I have no interest in poetic artistry.
I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky, And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon.
Physiologically less violent and psychologically more suitable to a concrete type of mind.
Be not entangled in this world of days and nights; Thou hast another time and space as well.
Art: If the object of poetry is, to make men, then poetry is the heir of prophecy.
Rise above sectional interests and private ambitions... Pass from matter to spirit. Matter is diversity; spirit is light, life and unity.
I lead no party; I follow no leader. I have given the best part of my life to careful study of Islam, its law and polity, its culture, its history and its literature.
