“Insult is a monstrous scorpion, and compliment is a likeable nightingale; one stings mercilessly, and the other sings sweetly.”

“Poverty is a scorpion; it stings the poor and it also stings the men with high conscience who feel sad about the poverty; the rest is immune to it!”

“I know it too well, my friend. Fresh water does not come out of a bitter spring; you don’t expect to get rose perfume coming out of a rubbish heap, neither scorpions to kiss people!”

“Flowers are like the sweet babies of the nature; they make us to smile.”

“Every sunny morning is a great fountain; we quaff ‘sweet hope’ from it.”

“When your target is too far away from you, continue walking singing the song you like.”

“My dear Tartini, one’s life is so sweet and precious that even honey tastes like salt in comparison!”