When I Want To Understand What Is

This Clay, So Strong Of Heart, Of Sense So Fine,surely Such Clay Is More Than Half Divine--'tis Only Fools Speak Evil Of The Clay,the Very Stars Are Made Of Clay Like Mine.

How Sad, A Heart That Does Not Know How To Love, That Does Not Know What It Is To Be Drunk With Love. If You Are Not In Love, How Can You Enjoy The Blinding Light Of The Sun, The Soft Light Of The Moon?

Indeed The Idols I Have Loved So Long, Have Done My Credit In This World Much Wrong; Have Drowned My Glory In A Shallow Cup, And Sold My Reputation For A Song.

Whoever Thinks Algebra Is A Trick In Obtaining Unknowns Has Thought It In Vain. No Attention Should Be Paid To The Fact That Algebra And Geometry Are Different In Appearance. Algebras (jabbre And Maqabeleh) Are Geometric Facts Which Are Proved By Propositions Five And Six Of Book Two Of Elements.

If I Don't Enjoy Myself Now, When Shall I?