“I am my own heaven and hell!”

Did you think the lion was sleeping because he didn’t roar?

Even weak men when united are powerful.

The brave person thinks of himself last of all.

Whatever is not forbidden is permitted.

The strong man is strongest when alone.

The painter is, as to the execution of his work, a mechanic; but as to his conception and spirit and design he is hardly below even the poet.

We, we live! ours are the hours, and the living have their claims.

Let no one despair, even though in the darkest night the last star of hope may disappear.

Truth suffers no loss if a vehement youth fails in finding it, in the same way that virtue and religion suffer no detriment if a criminal denies them.

Day’s lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.

The world is ruled only by consideration of advantages.

Think with awe on the slow and quiet power of time.

The dignity of man into your hands is given; Oh, keep it well, with you it sinks or lifts itself to heaven.

Grace is the beauty of form under the influence of freedom.

Spring flies, and with it all the train it leads; and flowers, in fading, leave us but their seeds.

Ah, to that far distant strand Bridge there was not to convey, Not a bark was near at hand, Yet true love soon found the way.

Your personal nature seeks its paradise.

Heaven has not learned of my arrival, and my departure will not in the least diminish it beauty and grandeur. I will sleep underground, for us ephemeral mortals, the only eternity is the moment and drinking to the moment is better than weeping for it.

In this world there is a paradise, whoever does not enter it will not enter the Paradise of the Hereafter.

What can you do with me? My jannah is in my heart! If you take me to jail, I will make zikr of Allah. If you exile me out of my land, I will make takaffur. If you execute me, I would be a shaheed. What can you do with me? Because I am not limited to this dunya. I am living for al-akhira!

In monasteries, seminaries, retreats and synagogues, they fear hell and seek paradise. Those who know the mysteries of God never let that seed be planted in their souls.

Whoever drinks beer, he is quick to sleep; whoever sleeps long, does not sin; whoever does not sin, enters Heaven! Thus, let us drink beer!

To-day is thine to spend, but not to-morrow; Counting on morrows breedeth bankrupt sorrow: O squander not this breath that Heaven hath lent thee; Make not too sure another breath to borrow.

A man content to go to heaven alone will never go to heaven.