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

Poverty snatches the reins out of the hand of piety.

To use the hands in making quicklime into mortar is better than to cross them on the breast in attendance on a prince.

A tree, freshly rooted, may be pulled up by one man on his own. Give it time, and it will not be moved, even with a crane

When a mean wretch cannot vie with another in virtue, out of his wickedness he begins to slander. The abject envious wretch will slander the virtuous man when absent, but when brought face to face his loquacious tongue becomes dumb.

Forgiveness is commendable, but apply not ointment to the wound of an oppressor.

Though someday we may become as eloquent as Sahban, but we might also miss the essence of the Forgiving One.