The memory of man is as old as misfortune

Life is like a cucumber. One minute it's in your hand, the next it's up you ass.

Truth disappears with the telling of it.

The steward, according to custom, had stopped all the clocks. This, in the language of Narouz, said "Your stay with us is so brief, let us not be reminded of the flight of the hours."

Old age is an insult. It's like being smacked.

Who invented the human heart, I wonder? Tell me, and then show me the place where he was hanged.

Shyness has laws you can only give yourself; tragically to those who least understand.