When the heart is sick it cannot bear the slightest annoyance.

I could not possibly count the gold-digging ruses of women, Not if I had ten mouths, not if I had ten tongues.

There is nothing constant in the universe. All ebb and flow, and every shape that's born, bears in its womb the seeds of change.

I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.

Why should I go into details, we have nothing that is not perishable except what our hearts and our intellects endows us with.

Fortune resists half-hearted prayers.

We always strive after what is forbidden, and desire the things refused us.