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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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