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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.