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.

Dive into the sea of thought, and find there pearls beyond price.

Bitter is wine, but it sweetens all bitterness.

A proverb has three characteristics: few words, good sense, and a fine image.

Words are like bodies; meanings are like souls.

Lust should be stifled, for it cannot lead to truth.

Love blinds us to faults, hatred to virtues.