What is food to one man is bitter poison to others.
In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
Life is one long struggle in the dark.
The drops of rain make a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft falling.
From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.
The greatest wealth is to live content with little, for there is never want where the mind is satisfied.
It is great wealth to a soul to live frugally with a contented mind.
Nothing can be created from nothing.
Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.
Truths kindle light for truths.