Like most Chinese, I am basically a fatalist - too sophisticated for religion and too superstitious to deny the gods.

In yielding we are like the water, by nature placid, conforming to the hollow of the smallest hand; in time, shaping even the mountains to its will. Thus we keep duty and honor. We cherish clan and civilization. We are Chinese.

Principles have a way of yielding to power.

If mortals wait until the gods remake the world to their liking to be happy, they are already in hell.

A secret, like a chore, always seems to lead to another, one even more troublesome than the first.

The young see what they wish to see. The old see what they do not wish.

Like most Chinese, I am basically a fatalist - too sophisticated for religion and too superstitious to deny the gods.