We mourn the transitory things and fret under the yoke of the immutable ones.

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.

If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.

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

Reason is the shepherd trying to corral life's vast flock of wild irrationalities.

To judge a man's character by only one of its manifestations is like judging the sea by a jugful of its water.

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