The Longing For Paradise Is Paradise Itself.

An Eye For An Eye, And The Whole World Would Be Blind.

He Who Loses His Mother Loses A Pure Soul Who Blesses And Guards Him Constantly.

Mother: The Most Beautiful Word On The Lips Of Mankind.

Love Passes By Us, Robed In Meekness; But We Flee From Her In Fear, Or Hide In The Darkness; Or Else Pursue Her, To Do Evil In Her Name.

The Truly Just Is He Who Feels Half Guilty Of Your Misdeeds.