There is no real joy except the joy of a righteous man.

The joy of the sinner is half joy and half retribution.

The eyes are the controller of the tongue. A clever man tells his lies
with his eyes closed.

What is the news?

There is no news but what is half old.

It is better to talk about what you know than to talk about what you do
not know.

He who can love passionately can hate passionately. Maternal love is
most enduring, a brother's hatred the shortest.

There is no harvest without seed. We see often a harvest of evil, the
seed of which time has concealed.

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In the life to come all our senses will be doubled and quadrupled, so
that when we see we shall see not only with our eyes but with our whole
being, and when we hear and when we smell or taste it is the same. Thus
will it be where the morning sun shines always.

We see only the beams of the sun, but the spirits also hear them; we
hear the song of the nightingale, but the spirits also see it.

In the next world what we now hear we shall see; what we now see we
shall hear, and shall taste what we now smell.

Gold shines, and by shining speaks. How can you understand its language?
God does, because He sent its language to the gold.

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What is man? Something between God and clay.

What is clay? Something that God makes.

What is God? Something of which clay and man are the shadow.

It is no wonder that an animal should be selfish, not knowing its end.
But it is wonderful that man can be selfish, knowing and foreseeing his
end.

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A Turk once asked a Serb why the Serbs wept so much. The Serb replied,
"To wash away your Turkish sins."

A Turk asked a Serb why the Serbs reminded people of the field of
Kossovo. "Because," said the Serb, "our dead are better than your
living."

All men are born in an impure state, but only the good reach a state of
purity in life and in death.

Men are unhappy when striving to know all truth, because truth is
greater than their life, and for this life only a small part of truth is
necessary.

A wolf, asked when he would stop killing sheep, replied, "When man stops
killing man."

The grass in the field, asked if it were not ashamed always to see
nothing but the feet of men, replied: "Not so much ashamed as men should
be when they never see our heads."

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