Peace is in proportion to every pause: observe the difference between to run, to walk, to stand, to sit, to lie, to die.

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

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

The life of this transitory world is the expectation of death: to renounce life is to escape from the expectation of annihilation.

The roots of the aged palm tree exceed those of the young one; the old have a greater attachment to the world.

If I am mad, then who on the face of the earth is sane? If you are sane, then there is no madman in the world.

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