“All things in the end are but dreams, enough, enough. Tomorrow’s yellow chrysanthemums will make even the butterflies grieve.” — Su Shi, “Nan Xiang Zi”
“The setting sun is infinitely beautiful, but alas, it is near twilight.” — Li Shangyin, “Le You Yuan”
“To shoot the rider, first shoot the horse; to capture the bandit, first capture the king.” — Du Fu, “Before Leaving the Frontier: Nine Poems”
“Outside the bamboo grove, a few peach blossoms bloom; the spring river warms, and ducks know it first.” — Su Shi, “Whitsun Evening Scene by Hui Chong”
“Men’s friendships depend on gold; if the gold is scarce, the bond is shallow.” — Zhang Wei, “Inscribed on the Wall of the Master of Chang’an”
“There will come a time when long winds break the waves; then I shall hoist my cloud-sail and cross the vast ocean.” — Li Bai, “On the Hard Road”
“If the sound of the qin resides in the instrument, why does it not sing when locked in its case?” — Su Shi, “Poem on the Qin”
“Observe widely, but take sparingly; accumulate deeply, but release sparingly.” — Su Shi, “On Farming: Sent to Zhang Hu”
“I do not know the true face of Mount Lu, only because I am within the mountain.” — Su Shi, “Inscribed on the West Wall of Xilin Temple”
“Do not laugh at the poor for boasting of wealth, or the rich for flaunting their status; in the end, we all become dry bones—what difference remains?” — Bai Juyi, “Letting Words Fly: Five Poems”
“The scholars of old spared no effort; their mastery, begun in youth, ripened only in old age.” — Lu You, “Reading in a Winter Night, Shown to My Son Yu”
“A pine tree, though thousand years old, will eventually decay; a hibiscus flower, though lasting only a day, blooms proudly in its moment.” — Bai Juyi, “Letting Words Fly: Five Poems”
“To test jade, one must burn it for three full days; to judge wood, one must wait seven years.” — Bai Juyi, “Letting Words Fly: Five Poems”
“Finding joy in this world is likewise fleeting; since ancient times, all things flow east like a river.” — Li Bai, “Dreaming of Climbing Mount Tianmu: A Farewell Poem”
“When life goes well, indulge in joy; do not let the golden cup face the moon in empty solitude.” — Li Bai, “Bring in the Wine”