I went out into the garden in the morning dusk, When sorrow enveloped me like a cloud; And the breeze brought to my nostril the odor of spices, As balm of healing for a sick soul. — Moses ibn Ezra Copy Share Image
Sorrow shatters my heart; And men distress it with blame, Because it follows love. — Moses ibn Ezra Copy Share Image
A proverb has three characteristics: few words, good sense, and a fine image. — Moses ibn Ezra Copy Share Image
A book is a most delightful companion. It gives, and does not take. — Moses ibn Ezra Copy Share Image
Who ignores the time walks in darkness, and who explores it is illumined by a great light. — Moses ibn Ezra Copy Share Image
I went out into the garden in the morning dusk, When sorrow enveloped me like a cloud; And the breeze brought to my nostril… — Moses ibn Ezra Copy Share Image
