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

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

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

The wave is ignorant of the true nature of the sea: how can the temporal comprehend the eternal?

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.

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.