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

What does it profit you that all the libraries of the world should be yours? Not knowledge but what one does with knowledge is your profit.

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

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

If I am mad, then who on the face of the earth is sane? If you are sane, then there is no madman in the world.

The march of good fortune has backward slips: to retreat one or two paces gives wings to the jumper.

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