The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

The world is so constructed, that if you wish to enjoy its pleasures, you must also endure its pains. Whether you like it or not, you cannot have one without the other.

The south has a limit and no limit. The sun is declining when it is at high noon. A creature is dying when it is born.

Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart don't know how to laugh either.

Be full of sorrow, that you may become hill of joy; weep, that you may break into laughter.