Love is also like a coconut which is good while it is fresh, but you have to spit it out when the juice is gone, what's left tastes bitter.

The finest plans are always ruined by the littleness of those who ought to carry them out, for emperor himself can actually be nothing.

The finest plans have always been spoiled by the littleness of them that should carry them out. Even emperors can't do it all by themselves.

Right is its own defense.

There must always be some who are brighter and some who are stupider, the latter make up for it by being better workers.

What kind of times are they, when A talk about trees is almost a crime Because it implies silence about so many horrors?

Hungry man, reach for the book: it is a weapon.