What we speak becomes the house we live in.
The only friends who are free from cares are the goblet of wine and a book. Give me wine...that I may for a time forget the cares of the world.
The heart is a thousand stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.
On the neck of a young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise.
People say that the soul, on hearing the song of creation, entered the body, but in reality the soul itself was the song.
I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden.