A certain recluse, I know not who, once said that no bonds attached him to this life, and the only thing he would regret leaving was the sky.

The true criminal must be defined as a man who commits a crime though he is as decently fed and clothed as others.

The truth is at the beginning of anything and its end are alike touching.

Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch.

If you imagine that once you have accomplished your ambitions you will have time to turn to the Way, you will discover that your ambitions never come to an end.

One should write not unskillfully in the running hand, be able to sing in a pleasing voice and keep good time to music; and, lastly, a man should not refuse a little wine when it is pressed upon him.

You should never put the new antlers of a deer to your nose and smell them. They have little insects that crawl into the nose and devour the brain.