The life of this transitory world is the expectation of death: to renounce life is to escape from the expectation of annihilation.

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

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

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

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

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

Flowers and fruit are never combined in one place: it is impossible that teeth and delicacies should exist simultaneously.