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."

Gamblers and lovers really play to lose.

It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.

Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.

These are the moments which are not calculable, and cannot be assessed in words; they live on in the solution of memory, like wonderful creatures, unique of their own kind, dredged up from the floors of some unexplored ocean.

To be the equal of reality you must learn how to ignore it without danger.

You see, nothing matters except pleasure - which is the opposite of happiness, its tragic part, I expect.