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

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

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

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

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

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

The rosary in the hand, repentance on the lips, and the heart full of sinful longings-sin itself laughs at our repentance!