There is no one in the world who stands by you closer than father and mother. When they think of you, it’s like that your life is bonded to theirs. Whatever happens, your father and mother protect and rear you while if your life is done with theirs, you lose the greatest love in the universe.

I observe that in this world are many nominally great people always unimpressed by greatness. Whether it is genuine or not, they say, while filled with wealth and fame, that they are partial to an unremarkable life. There are people not really above themselves, but as brave as to attack that partiality. Why living so hard? Why often not follow my heart? Why can't be admired by others and later generations? But if remarkable is the life at first, there will not be the transcending spirit.