Reading the epitaphs, our only salvation lies in resurrecting the dead and burying the living.
Many a necklace becomes a noose.
Man is ready to die for an idea, provided that idea is not quite clear to him.
We mourn the transitory things and fret under the yoke of the immutable ones.
Praises for our past triumphs are as feathers to a dead bird.
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.