Those who are held Wise among men and who search the reasons of things, are those who bring the most sorrow on themselves.
Try first thyself, and after call in God; For to the worker God himself lends aid.
It was my tongue that swore; my heart is unsworn.
Delight in splendor is No more than happiness with little: for both Have their appeal.
There is the sky, which is all men's together.
Death is what men want when the anguish of living is more than they can bear.