We Persians Have A Saying That One

Each Man In His Life Honors, And Imitates As Well As He Can, That God To Whose Choir He Belonged, While He Is Uncorrupted In His First Incarnation Here; And In The Fashion He Has Thus Learned, He Bears Himself To His Beloved As Well As To The Rest. So, Then, Each Chooses From Among The Beautiful A Love Conforming To His Kind, And Then, As If His Chosen Were His God, He Sets Him Up And Robes Him For Worship.

It Is Better To Believe In Men Too Rashly, And Regret, Than Believe Too Meanly. Men Could Be More Than They Are, If They Would Try For It. He Has Shown Them That.

In All Men Is Evil Sleeping; The Good Man Is He Who Will Not Awaken It, In Himself Or In Other Men.

Everything Is Change; And You Cannot Step Twice Into The Same River.

Clouds Of Black Birds Rose Up Wailing And Screaming, Like The Thoughts Of My Heart.