Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!

Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!

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.

You've seen the world, and all you've seen is nothing; and everything, as well, that you have said and heard is nothing. You've sprinted everywhere between here and the horizon; it is nothing. And all the possessions you've treasured up at home are nothing.

To-day is thine to spend, but not to-morrow; Counting on morrows breedeth bankrupt sorrow: O squander not this breath that Heaven hath lent thee; Make not too sure another breath to borrow.

The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.

There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.