“The sleepless nights I spend in learning the sciences, are more beloved to me than the company or caresses of an enchanting woman.

My rapturous exhilaration when understanding a difficult concept, is more delicious to me than the most exotic of drinks.

More delightful to me than the sounds of a woman’s hands on the drum, is that of my hands on my papers in order to remove dust.

O he who tries to attain my level by wishful thinking, how much difference there is between the one who finds the pain of climbing to be too much and the one who climbs and reaches the summit.

Do I toil through the night, while you sleep through it, yet you hope to surpass me?”