Until you go to the Yellow River you will not be satisfied.
Virtue becomes a wife; beauty becomes a concubine.
Water and words are easy to pour but impossible to recover.
Wealth among men is like dew among plants; Foam on the waves is the fame which earth grants.
When the root is deep, winds rage unheeded; can slanting moon beams trouble an upright tree?
Use attack as the tactic of defense.
Virtue is not left to stand alone.
Water can both sustain and upset a ship.
Wealth and honor have their root and cleverness its seed.
Union of bad men.
Use power to curb power.
Virtue is the foundation of happiness, vice the presage of misery.
Water once spilt cannot be gathered up again; passions once indulged cannot be restrained.
Wealth excites men; children awaken their affections.
Dry fuel rears a blazing fire.
Use the little to get the big.
Virtue never dwells alone; it always has neighbors.
Water surges only to overflow.
Wealth infatuates as well as beauty.
Union of capital is like union of fate.
As the chaff of fine rice.
Virtue practiced to be seen is not real virtue; vice which fears to be seen is real vice.
Water that has reached its level does not flow.
Wealth is but dung, useful only when spread.
Unjust gains cannot enrich those who are fated to be poor.