Whoever aspiring, struggles on, for him there is salvation.

Human life-everybody lives it, but only to a few is it known.

The passions are like those demons with which Afrasahiab sailed down the Orus. Our only safety consists in keeping them asleep. If they we are lost.

With little wit and ease to suit them, They whirl in narrow circling trails, Like kittens playing with their tails.

Everything that frees our spirit without giving us control of ourselves is ruinous.

Where confidence is wanting, the most beautiful flower in the garland of love is missing.

Nothing is more terrible than to see ignorance in action.