The weeping of the candle is not in mourning for the moth: the dawn is at hand, and it is thinking of its own dark night. — Saib Tabrizi Copy Share Image
In this market every head has a different fancy: everyone winds his turban in a different fashion. — Saib Tabrizi Copy Share Image
If I am mad, then who on the face of the earth is sane? If you are sane, then there is no madman in… — Saib Tabrizi Copy Share Image
Ten doors are opened if one door be shut: the finger is the interpreter of the dumb man's tongue. — Saib Tabrizi Copy Share Image
Formerly, people used to grieve over the departed, but in our days they grieve over the survivors. — Saib Tabrizi Copy Share Image
When poison becomes a habit, it ceases to injure: make your soul gradually acquainted with death. — Saib Tabrizi Copy Share Image
The touchstone of false friends is the day of need: by way of proof, ask a loan from your friends. — Saib Tabrizi Copy Share Image
Become placeless, for to change this place of water and clay is but to move from one prison to another. — Saib Tabrizi Copy Share Image
To quit this troubled world is better than to enter it: the rosebud enters the garden with straitened heart and departs smiling. — Saib Tabrizi Copy Share Image
Flowers and fruit are never combined in one place: it is impossible that teeth and delicacies should exist simultaneously. — Saib Tabrizi Copy Share Image
Peace is in proportion to every pause: observe the difference between to run, to walk, to stand, to sit, to lie, to die. — Saib Tabrizi Copy Share Image
What does it profit you that all the libraries of the world should be yours? Not knowledge but what one does with knowledge is… — Saib Tabrizi Copy Share Image
