Sorrow shatters my heart; And men distress it with blame, Because it follows love.
Bitter is wine, but it sweetens all bitterness.
The man who persists in knocking will succeed in entering.
Dive into the sea of thought, and find there pearls beyond price.
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.