Idn Arabi, a 12th century mystic

 there was a time when I blamed my companion if his religion did not resemble mine.

            Now, however, my heart accepts every form: it is a pasture ground for gazelles, a cloister for monks.             A temple for idols and a Ka'bah for the pilgrim, thy tables of The Torah and the sacred books of The Koran.             Love alone is my religion, and wherever their beasts of burden go, there is my religion and my faith.