“Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?”

“Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.”

“Oh, she loved weddings and longed for the day she would have her own. The day when she would be kissed like that by a man who wouldn’t leave her, a man who would promise to love her, to make it his mission to worship and cherish her for the rest of his life.”

“When he hung over the death-bed of his infant son Ibrahim, resignation to the Will of God was exhibited in his conduct under this keenest of afflictions; and the hope of soon rejoining his child in paradise was his consolation. When he followed him to the grave, he invoked his spirit, in the awful examination of the tomb, to hold fast to the foundations of the faith, the Unity of God, and his own mission as a Prophet.”

“He who sings scares away his woes.”

“Woe to he who checkmates his opponents at last, only to discover they have been playing cribbage.”