All your renown is like the summer flower that blooms and dies; because the sunny glow which brings it forth, soon slays with parching power.

Three things remain with us from paradise: stars, flowers and children.

All of nature is God's art.

The secret of getting things done is to act!

There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, and sand eddies in a whirlwind.

Love kindled by virtue always kindles another, provided that its flame appear outwardly.

The path to paradise begins in hell.