Indians and animals know better how to live than white man; nobody can be in good health if he does not have all the time fresh air, sunshine, and good water.
There is something very morbid about modern sympathy with pain.
What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise
Cats are put on earth to remind us that not everything has a purpose.
Everyone may not be good, but there's always something good in everyone. Never judge anyone shortly because every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.
They get up early, because they have so much to do, and go to bed early, because they have so little to think about.
It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.
. . . like a scene from the swamps of Louisiana or the mind of Poe on opium.
Our searches for numerical order lead as often to terminal nuttiness as to profound insight.
A sick person is Allah's guest for as long as he is ill. Every day he is sick, God gives him countless rewards, as long as he says ' al hamdulillah', praise be to God, and does not fight it and complain. When God returns to him his health, he expiates his sins and gives him the status of the newly-born (completely pure and free of any sin). Illness is a mercy and a blessing.
We are not won by arguments that we can analyse but by tone and temper, by the manner which is the man himself.