What is clay? Something that God makes.
What is God? Something of which clay and man are the shadow.
It is no wonder that an animal should be selfish, not knowing its end. But it is wonderful that man can be selfish, knowing and foreseeing his end.
A Turk once asked a Serb why the Serbs wept so much. The Serb replied, "To wash away your Turkish sins."
A Turk asked a Serb why the Serbs reminded people of the field of Kossovo. "Because," said the Serb, "our dead are better than your living."
All men are born in an impure state, but only the good reach a state of purity in life and in death.
Men are unhappy when striving to know all truth, because truth is greater than their life, and for this life only a small part of truth is necessary.
A wolf, asked when he would stop killing sheep, replied, "When man stops killing man."