In this market every head has a different fancy: everyone winds his turban in a different fashion.

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

Become placeless, for to change this place of water and clay is but to move from one prison to another.

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

In this market every head has a different fancy: everyone winds his turban in a different fashion.

The march of good fortune has backward slips: to retreat one or two paces gives wings to the jumper.

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