The value of three things is justly appreciated by all classes of men: youth, by the old; health, by the diseased; and wealth, by the needy.

The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.

To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.

If I don't enjoy myself now, when shall I?

Why ponder thus the future to foresee, and jade thy brain to vain perplexity? Cast off thy care, leave Allah’s plans to him – He formed them all without consulting thee.

By Fate full many a heart has been undone, And many a sprightly rose made woe-begone; Plume thee not on thy lusty youth and strength: Full many a bud is blasted ere its bloom.

The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.