If mortals wait until the gods remake the world to their liking to be happy, they are already in hell.
Like most Chinese, I am basically a fatalist - too sophisticated for religion and too superstitious to deny the gods.
The young see what they wish to see. The old see what they do not wish.
Principles have a way of yielding to power.
Nothing fruitful ever comes when plants are forced to flower in the wrong season.
A secret, like a chore, always seems to lead to another, one even more troublesome than the first.