A wealthy traveller fears an ambush, while one with empty pockets journeys on in safety.
An injury may prove a blessing.
There is nothing constant in the universe. All ebb and flow, and every shape that's born, bears in its womb the seeds of change.
The lamp burns bright when wick and oil are clean.
When the roses are gone, nothing is left but the thorn.
There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.