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

In order to spend out our time (life) we sell some of this time. We work for someone, we labour. In freedom we do slavery.

When the child is ill, the mother will know how to pray.

The ocean sleeps. The ocean wakes. And the waking of the ocean is the waking of the soul. At midnight wakefulness springs from within the ocean.

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.

The period before the dawn of knowledge is called the age of darkness.

A man is happy who is happy with his Naseeb(allotted portion).