Humorous Sayings

The world is not a place of rest, but of passage.

Here I came to understand that such a state as this the torments of the lost were meant to be.

My guide and I entered that hidden road to return to the bright world; and without thought of any rest, we climbed up, he first and I second, to the point where I saw, through a round opening, some of the beautiful things that Heaven bears; and thenc…

At the grand vermillion gates, wine and meat spoils, while the road outside is paved with frozen bones.

After the war-fires of three months, One message from home is worth a ton of gold.

I laugh at myself: an old madman growing older, growing madder.

My darling son now will not leave my knee, He's scared that I will go away again.

My heart is in a world of water and crystal, My clothes are damp in this time of spring rains.

Dew is heavy on the grass below, the spider's web is ready. Heaven's ways include the human: among a thousand sorrows, I stand alone.

I've watched the spring pass away again, When will I be able to return?

A falcon hovers at the edge of the sky. Two gulls drift slowly up the river. Vulnerable while they ride the wind, they coast and glide with ease.

The ladle's cast aside, the cup not green, The stove still looks as if a fiery red. To many places, communications are broken, I sit, but cannot read my books for grief.

If you're afraid - don't do it, - if you're doing it - don't be afraid!

I hate luxury. I exercise moderation… It will be easy to forget your vision and purpose once you have fine clothes, fast horses and beautiful women. [In which case], you will be no better than a slave, and you will surely lose everything.

Those who were adept and brave fellows I have made military commanders. Those who were quick and nimble I have made herders of horses. Those who were not adept I have given a small whip and sent to be shepherds.

Heaven grew weary of the excessive pride and luxury of China... I am from the Barbaric North. I wear the same clothing and eat the same food as the cowherds and horse-herders.

Who can't stop drinking may get drunken three times a month. If he does it more often, he is guilty. To get drunken twice a month is better; once, still more praiseworthy. But not to drink at all - what could be better than this? But where could such…

Full weel she soong the service dyvyne, Entuned in hir nose ful semely.

He yaf nat of that text a pulled hen, That seith that hunters ben nat hooly men.

His heed was balded that shoon as any glas, And eek his face, as he hadde been enoynt.