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

Ten doors are opened if one door be shut: the finger is the interpreter of the dumb man's tongue.

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

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.

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

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

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