When You Are Sorrowful, Look

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.

The Person You Consider Ignorant And Insignificant Is The One Who Came From God, That He Might Learn Bliss From Grief And Knowledge From Gloom.

Love Is Not Without Its Flaws. The Stronger The Love, The More It Tests You. Compassion And Empathy Will Make True Love Persist.

And Before My Soul Took Me To Task I Was Hard Of Hearing; I Heard Only Tumult And Uproar. But Now I Am All Ears Listening To The Silence And Its Choirs Singing The Hymns Of Time, Intoning The Praises Of The Firmament, Revealing The Secrets Of The Invisible.

I Am Bored With Gabbers And Their Gab; My Soul Abhors Them. . . . Is There Any Place Where There Is No Traffic In Empty Talk? Is There On This Earth One Who Does Not Worship Himself Talking?