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.

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.

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

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

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.

Seek for the truth from the heart which is empty of thought.