For a surplus of passion, the reflection loses method, and for that of calmness it is hardly vivid. Reflection of desirable quality is like a flowing river, neither surging in waves nor as placid water.

The choice between health and happiness is virtually a paradox, that people would rather possess them both, but are ignorant of how to hold only one. In reality there are often people happy but unhealthy, or the other way around.

What embodies the ability of a writer is all that belong to himself which he writes. One of the qualities of an eminent writer lies in that he unlikely attempts anything outside him and which he hasn't grasped, no matter how common it is for the rest.

Once a writer begins to make projects of his own creations, he will be kept away from the casual nature of creation itself. He cannot stop his work, yet he has to interfere his work, as a result that his enjoyment is cut short, and left is taking pains.

The criterion for a successful piece of writing is neither its literary grace, nor its abstruse connotation, but simply the extent to which thoughts and sentiments are expressed.

Thinking is braveness. In the world most of the thoughts are humble, while they do not acknowledge each other. Thoughts of the greatness just come from this tough and serious experience.

"Rest in what you have"—I am told that which is taken for the reasonable will towards a bleak prospect. But I would still forge in harmony with life, which in its meaning is all the more hopeful.