Hafez

Grieve not; though the journey of life be bitter, and the end unseen, there is no road which does not lead to an end.

In the time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abideth in the hard bone.

On the neck of the young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise.

Be content with what thou hast received, and smooth thy frowning forehead, for the door of choice is not open either to thee or me.

There is an ambush everywhere from the army of accidents; therefore the rider of life runs with loosened reins.