O My Brother! Hearken to the delightsome words of My honeyed
tongue, and quaff the stream of mystic holiness from My sugar-shedding lips.
Sow the seeds of My divine wisdom in the pure soil of thy heart, and water them
with the water of certitude, that the hyacinths of My knowledge and wisdom may
spring up fresh and green in the sacred city of thy heart.
- Baha’u’llah (‘The
Hidden Words of Baha’u’llah’)
