In One Drop Of Water Are Found

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?

We Are All Like The Bright Moon, We Still Have Our Darker Side.

My Loneliness Was Born When Men Praised My Talkative Faults And Blamed My Silent Virtues.

If Indeed You Must Be Candid, Be Candid Beautifully.

If I Extend An Empty Hand And In Retrieving It And Finding It Still Empty, I Feel Disappointment, That Is Foolishness; Yet If I Extend A Hand Which Is Full And Yet Find No One To Receive It, Then That Is Hopelessness.