“I did not write half of what I saw, for I knew I would not be believed”

The militant Muslim is the person who beheads the infidel, while the moderate Muslim holds the feet of the victim.

Here people was once used to be honourable: now they are all bad; they have kept one goodness: that they are greatest boozers.

The true sweetness of wine is one flavor.

I have not told the half of what I saw.

My heart beats as much as I can breathe.

You will hear it for yourself, and it will surely fill you with wonder.

Without stones there is no arch.

I speak and speak but the listener retains only the words he is expecting. It is not the voice that commands the story: it is the ear.

One of these nuts is a meal for a man, both meat and drink.