O poor mortals, how ye make this earth bitter for each other.
Whose school-hours are all the days and nights of our existence.
Speech is too often not the art of concealing thought, but of quite stifling and suspending thought, so that there is none to conceal.
Who is there that, in logical words, can express the effect music has on us?
The lies (Western slander) which well-meaning zeal has heaped round this man (Muhammad) are disgraceful to ourselves only.
Why did not somebody teach me the constellations, and make me at home in the starry heavens, which are always overhead, and which I don't half know to this day?