All human beings are like travelers floating down the eternal river of time, embarking at a certain point and disembarking again at another point in order to make room for others waiting below the river to come aboard.

In the West, the insane are so many that they are put in an asylum, in China the insane are so unusual that we worship them.

However vague they are, dreams have a way of concealing themselves and leave us no peace until they are translated into reality, like seeds germinating underground, sure to sprout in their search for the sunlight.

And if the reader has no taste for what he reads, all the time is wasted

An educated man is one who has the loves and hatreds together.

What is patriotism but the love of the food one ate as a child?

A good traveller is one who does not know where he is going to, and a perfect traveller does not know where he came from.