The World Is A Playground, And Death

We Owe Thankfulness To God, Not Sour Faces.

The World's Flattery And Hypocrisy Is A Sweet Morsel: Eat Less Of It, For It Is Full Of Fire. Its Fire Is Hidden While Its Taste Is Manifest, But Its Smoke Becomes Visible In The End.

When Love First Tasted The Lips Of Being Human, It Started Singing.

The Lovers Of God Never Run Out Of Patience, For They Know That Time Is Needed For The Crescent Moon To Become Full.

Know, Son, That Everything In The Universe Is A Pitcher Brimming With Wisdom And Beauty, The Universe Is A Drop Of The 'tigris Of His Beauty, This Beauty Was A Hidden Treasure So Full It Burst Open And Made The Earth More Radiant Than The Heavens.