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.

Who ignores the time walks in darkness, and who explores it is illumined by a great light.

Words are like bodies; meanings are like souls.

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

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

Bitter is wine, but it sweetens all bitterness.

The man who persists in knocking will succeed in entering.