Thought is the labour of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure. To replace thought by reverie is to confound poison with nourishment.

“The beautiful has but one type, the ugly has a thousand. The fact is that the b…”

“Let us never weary of repeating, that to think first of the disinherited and so…”

“Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn't every war fough…”

“الألم ثَمَرَة.. واللهُ لا يَضَعُ ثِمارًا عَلَى غُصْنٍ ضَعيفٍ لا يَقْدِرُ عَلَى حَمْلَها!”