Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.

Because the soul is like a flower that folds its petals when dark comes, and breathes not its fragrance into the phantoms of the night.

The saint and the sinner are twin brothers...one was born but the moment before the other.

Happiness is a vine that takes root and grows within the heart, never outside it.

Reason without learning is like the untilled soil, or like the human body that lacks nourishment.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater." But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.

A thief is a man in need. A liar is a man in fear.