I have often thought I would have been quite happy as a spider.Even a spider has the right to a mate.

None of us can choose where we shall love.

My mind has touched the farthest horizons of mortal imagination and reaches ever outward to embrace infinity. There is no knowledge beyond my comprehension, no art or skill upon this entire planet that lies beyond the mastery of my hand. And yet, like Faust, I look in vain, I learn in vain... For as long as I live, no woman will ever look on me in love.

All beauty must have its imperfections, all happiness its share of sorrow.

Death was the ultimate power and I his eager, willing apprentice.

Night after night the nightingale came to beg for divine love, but though the rose trembled at the sound of his voice, her petals remained closed to him...Flower and bird, two species never meant to mate. Yet at length the rose overcame her fear and from that single, forbidden union was born the red rose that Allah never intended the world to know.

Happiness is like the first blissful intoxication of morphine.It doesn't last very long.