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

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

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.

The life of this transitory world is the expectation of death: to renounce life is to escape from the expectation of annihilation.

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

When poison becomes a habit, it ceases to injure: make your soul gradually acquainted with death.

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