No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.
Lin YutangThe history omankind seems like kite flying; sometimes, when the wind is favorable, we let go the string a little and the kite soars a little higher; sometimes the wind is too rough and we have to lower it a little, and sometimes it gets caught among the tree branches; but to reach the upper strata of pure bliss-ah, perhaps never.
Lin YutangThere is something in the nature of tea that leads us into a world of quiet contemplation of life.
Lin Yutang