In this world, man is a target of death, an easy prey to calamities, here every morsel and every draught is liable to choke one, here one never receives a favour until he loses another instead, here every additional day in one's life is a day reduced from the total span of his existence, when death is the natural outcome of life, how can we expect immortality.

Hide the good you do, and make known the good done to you.

Poverty is the worst form of death.

There is no rest for the person who has envy, and there is no love for the person who has bad manners.

Surely silence can sometimes be the most eloquent reply.

Happiness comes towards those which believe in him

The days of life pass away like clouds, so do good while you are alive.