The rosary in the hand, repentance on the lips, and the heart full of sinful longings-sin itself laughs at our repentance!

The wave is ignorant of the true nature of the sea: how can the temporal comprehend the eternal?

When a man becomes old, his greed becomes young: sleep grows heavy at the time of morning.

To quit this troubled world is better than to enter it: the rosebud enters the garden with straitened heart and departs smiling.

What does it profit you that all the libraries of the world should be yours? Not knowledge but what one does with knowledge is your profit.

Formerly, people used to grieve over the departed, but in our days they grieve over the survivors.

In this market every head has a different fancy: everyone winds his turban in a different fashion.