The Garden of Paradise may be pleasant, but forget not the shade or the willow-tree and the fair margin of the fruitful field. Now, now while the rose is with us, sing her praise; now, while we are here to listen, Minstrel, strike the lute! For the burden or all thy songs has been that the present is all too short, and already the unknown future is upon us."
Thou art but the glass, His is the face reflected in the mirror; nay, if thou lookest steadfastlty, thou shalt see that He is the mirror also."
- Jami’s Yusuf and Zuleikha
The secret of life is never to have an emotion that is unbecoming."
- Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance