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

Flowers and fruit are never combined in one place: it is impossible that teeth and delicacies should exist simultaneously.

Ten doors are opened if one door be shut: the finger is the interpreter of the dumb man's tongue.

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.

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.

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