Every leaf of the tree becomes a page of the book, once the heart is opened and it has learnt to read.

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.

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

He who is intoxicated with wine will be sober again in the course of the night, but he who is intoxicated by the cupbearer will not recover his senses until the day of judgement.

Whoever interrupts the conversation of others to make a display of his fund of knowledge, makes notorious his own stock of ignorance.

Shut the door of that house of pleasure which you hear resounding with the loud voice of a woman.

God preserve us! If men knew what is done in secret, no one would be free from the interference of others.