Oh, Lord God, have mercy on me and mend my broken wings.

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.

And what word is knowledge but a shadow of wordless knowledge?

The mother is everything - she is our consolation in sorrow, our hope in misery, and our strength in weakness. She is the source of love, mercy, sympathy, and forgiveness. He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly

How distant I am from people when I am with them, and how close when they are far away.

Your body is the harp of your soul and it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.

If I extend an empty hand and in retrieving it and finding it still empty, I feel disappointment, that is foolishness; yet if I extend a hand which is full and yet find no one to receive it, then that is hopelessness.