We Persians Have A Saying

In Hatred As In Love, We Grow Like The Thing We Brood Upon. What We Loathe, We Graft Into Our Very Soul.

When We Serve The Great, They Are Our Destiny.

I Was A King And A King's Heir And Now I Am A Slave.

A Man Is At His Youngest When He Thinks He Is A Man, Not Yet Realizing That His Actions Must Show It.

But It Is Not For The Perfect Vase Or The Polished Gem To Choose Their Owners.