Joy and sorrow, beauty and deformity, equally pass away.

Oh God, I say not hear my prayers! I say: Blot with forgiving pen my sins away!

Better is the sinner who hath thoughts about God, than the saint who hath only the show of sanctity.

Much contention and strife will arise in that house where the wife shall get up dissatisfied with her husband.

That sorrow which is the harbinger of joy is preferable to the joy which is followed by sorrow.

To him who is stinted of food a boiled turnip will relish like a roast fowl.

But for the cravings of the belly not a bird would have fallen into the snare; nay, nay, the fowler would not have spread his net. The belly is chains to the hands and fetters to the feet. He who is a slave to his belly seldom worships God.