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

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.

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

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