Mother: The Most Beautiful Word

Oh, Lord God, Have Mercy On Me And Mend My Broken Wings.

Is Not The Beautiful Moon, That Inspires Poets, The Same Moon Which Angers The Silence Of The Sea With A Terrible Roar?

My Proof Convinces The Ignorant, And The Wise Man's Proof Convinces Me. But He Whose Reasoning Falls Between Wisdom And Ignorance, I Neither Can Convince Him, Nor Can He Convince Me.

Love Descends Upon Our Souls By The Will Of God And Not By The Demand Or The Plea Of The Individual.

The Eye Of A Human Being Is A Microscope, Which Makes The World Seem Bigger Than It Really Is.