We wish to become one thing or another, rather we wish to become everything and in this pursuit of becoming everything we only end up becoming idiots.

In reality, every reality is a veil over reality.

He who has no light in his heart, what will he gain from the festival of lamps.

This life is but a dream. A state of sleep but how unfortunate that man's eyes open only when they are about to be closed (forever).

Sleep is a mirror of life in which can be seen the reflection of death.

When the eye becomes the heart, the heart becomes the eye.

There are persons who rise through grief and there are persons who fall because of grief.