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.
A book is a most delightful companion. It gives, and does not take.
Bitter is wine, but it sweetens all bitterness.
Love blinds us to faults, hatred to virtues.
Words are like bodies; meanings are like souls.