Reading the epitaphs, our only salvation lies in resurrecting the dead and burying the living.

We endeavor to stuff the universe into the gullet of an aphorism.

It is not true that men prefer foolish women. Rather they prefer women who can simulate foolishness whenever necessary, which is the very core of intelligence.

Having read the inscriptions upon the tombstones of the great and little cemeteries, Wang Peng advised the Emperor to kill all the living and resurrect the dead.

Avarice is fear sheathed in gold.

Praises for our past triumphs are as feathers to a dead bird.

With the stones we cast at them, geniuses build new roads with them.