Poverty hides itself in thought before it surrenders to purses.

Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.

Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful.

If a man loses a dear friend, he looks around and sees many friends come to console and comfort him. If a man loses his wealth, after a little thought he will realize that the delight that came from wealth will be restored by finding more. Thus he forgets his loss and is consoled. But if a man's heart is deprived of peace, where will he find it again, how will he replace it?

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

Miserable is the man who loves a woman and takes her for his wife, pouring at her feet the sweat of his skin and the blood of his body and the life of his heart, and placing her in the hands of the fruit of his toil and the revenue of his diligence; for when he slowly wakes up, he finds that the heart that he endeavored to buy is given away freely and in sincerity to another man for the enjoyment of its hidden secrets and deepest love.

I have never agreed with my other self wholly. The truth of the matter seems to lie between us.