Words are like bodies; meanings are like souls.
I went out into the garden in the morning dusk, When sorrow enveloped me like a cloud; And the breeze brought to my nostril the odor of spices, As balm of healing for a sick soul.
Sorrow shatters my heart; And men distress it with blame, Because it follows love.
Lust should be stifled, for it cannot lead to truth.
Bitter is wine, but it sweetens all bitterness.
Love blinds us to faults, hatred to virtues.