A proverb has three characteristics: few words, good sense, and a fine image.
Words are like bodies; meanings are like souls.
Sorrow shatters my heart; And men distress it with blame, Because it follows love.
Beware the man who has two faces and two hearts.
The man who persists in knocking will succeed in entering.
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.