The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.
Great God, have pity on the wicked, for thou didst everything for the good, when thou madest them good!
Whoever has his foe at his mercy, and does not kill him, is his own enemy
The rose and thorn, the treasure and dragon, joy and sorrow, all mingle into one.
Though someday we may become as eloquent as Sahban, but we might also miss the essence of the Forgiving One.
I have often found a small stream at its fountain-head, that, when followed up, carried away the camel with his load.