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

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

The roots of the aged palm tree exceed those of the young one; the old have a greater attachment to the world.

The touchstone of false friends is the day of need: by way of proof, ask a loan from your friends.

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

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.