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

The sorrowful spirit finds relaxation in solitude. It abhors people, as a wounded deer deserts the herd and lives in a cave until it is healed or dead.

The heart's affections are divided like the branches of the cedar tree; if the tree loses one strong branch; it will suffer but it does not die; it will pour all its vitality into the next branch so that it will grow and fill the empty place.

Love prides itself not only in the one who loves, but also in the beloved.

Friendship with the ignorant is as foolish as arguing with a drunkard.

Love is a gracious host to his guests though to the unbidden his house is a mirage and a mockery.

Then it is also in my heart to be worthy of your hate.