Poverty Is A Veil That

Remembrance Is A Form Of Meeting.

Would That I Were A Dry Well, And That The People Tossed Stones Into Me, For That Would Be Easier Than To Be A Spring Of Flowing Water That The Thirsty Pass By, And From Which They Avoid Drinking.

Many Are The Places Of Worship, But Few Indeed Are Those Who Worship In Spirit And In Truth.

Love Prides Itself Not Only In The One Who Loves, But Also In The Beloved.

From A Sensitive Woman's Heart Springs The Happiness Of Mankind, And From The Kindness Of Her Noble Spirit Comes Mankind's Affection.