But only a brief moment is granted to the brave one breath or two, whose wage is the long nights of the grave.

The intellect of two thousand asses cannot bring forth a single man's thought.

When truth has no burning, then it is philosophy, when it gets burning from the heart, it becomes poetry.

Why hast thou made me born in this country, The inhabitant of which is satisfied with being a slave?

Destiny is the prison and chain of the ignorant. Understand that destiny like the water of the Nile: Water before the faithful, blood before the unbeliever.

Thus passing through the infinite varieties of space we reach the Divine space which is absolutely free from all dimensions and constitutes the meeting point of all infinities.

I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky, And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon.