Who ignores the time walks in darkness, and who explores it is illumined by a great light.
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 proverb has three characteristics: few words, good sense, and a fine image.
Words are like bodies; meanings are like souls.
The man who persists in knocking will succeed in entering.
Love blinds us to faults, hatred to virtues.