The rose and thorn, the treasure and dragon, joy and sorrow, all mingle into one.
Whosoever formeth an intimacy with the enemies of his friends, does so to injure the latter. O wise man! wash your hands of that friend who associates with your enemies.
O Contentment, make me rich! for without thee there is no wealth.
Much contention and strife will arise in that house where the wife shall get up dissatisfied with her husband.
I fear God and next to God I mostly fear them that fear him not.
He who is a slave to his stomach seldom worships God.