Flowers and fruit are never combined in one place: it is impossible that teeth and delicacies should exist simultaneously.

Peace is in proportion to every pause: observe the difference between to run, to walk, to stand, to sit, to lie, to die.

When a man becomes old, his greed becomes young: sleep grows heavy at the time of morning.

Become placeless, for to change this place of water and clay is but to move from one prison to another.

To quit this troubled world is better than to enter it: the rosebud enters the garden with straitened heart and departs smiling.

The weeping of the candle is not in mourning for the moth: the dawn is at hand, and it is thinking of its own dark night.

Formerly, people used to grieve over the departed, but in our days they grieve over the survivors.