Reputation is only a candle, of wavering and uncertain flame, and easily blown out, but it is the light by which the world looks for and finds merit.

The path of nature is, indeed, a narrow one, and it is only the immortals that seek it, and, when they find it, do not find themselves cramped therein.

A weed is no more than a flower in disguise.

Like streams that keep a summer mind Snow-hid in Jenooary.

Once to every person and nation come the moment to decide. In the conflict of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side.

If one waits for the right time to come before writing, the right time never comes.

The gift without the giver is rare.