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

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

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.

To the seeker after pearls, silence is a speaking argument, for no breath comes forth from the diver of the sea.

Seek for the truth from the heart which is empty of thought.

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

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