Moreover, I have heard that those who are fond of praising men to their faces are also fond of damning them behind their backs.

When men do not forget what can be forgotten but forget what cannot be forgotten - that may be called true forgetting.

Don't you know about the praying mantis that waved its arms angrily in front of an approaching carriage, unaware that they were incapable of stopping it? Such was the high opinion it had of its talents.

Men all pay homage to what understanding understands, but no one understands enough to rely upon what understanding does not understand and thereby come to understand.

In the midst of darkness, he alone sees the dawn; in the midst of the soundless, he alone hears harmony.

Understanding that rests in what it does not understand is the finest.