Once Confucius was walking on the mountains and he came across a woman weeping by a grave. He asked the woman what here sorrow was, and she replied, We are a family of hunters. My father was eaten by a tiger. My husband was bitten by a tiger and died. And now my only son! Why don't you move down and live in the valley? Why do you continue to live up here? asked Confucius. And the woman replied, But sir, there are no tax collectors here! Confucius added to his disciples, You see, a bad government is more to be feared than tigers.

Probably the difference between man and the monkeys is that the monkeys are merely bored, while man has boredom plus imagination.

True peace of mind comes from accepting the worst. Psychologically, I think it means a release of energy.

Hope is like a road in the country; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence.

When we demand liberty of a person as a constitutional right, we are taking away from the officials their liberty to chop off people's heads.

The purpose of a short story is ... that the reader shall come away with the satisfactory feeling that a particular insight into human character has been gained, or that his (or her) knowledge of life has been deepened, or that pity, love or sympathy for a human being is awakened.

Those who are wise won't be busy, and those who are too busy can't be wise.