India was China's teacher in religion and imaginative literature, and the world's teacher in trignometry, quandratic equations, grammar, phonetics, Arabian Nights, animal fables, chess, as well as in philosophy, and that she inspired Boccaccio, Goethe, Herder, Schopenhauer, Emerson, and probably also old Aesop.

A solemn funeral is inconceivable to the Chinese mind.

How many of us are able to distinguish between the odors of noon and midnight, or of winter and summer, or of a windy spell and a still one? If man is so generally less happy in the cities than in the country, it is because all these variations and nuances of sight and smell and sound are less clearly marked and lost in the general monotony of gray walls and cement pavements.

There is nothing more beautiful in this world than a healthy, wise old man.

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.

It is not so much what you believe in that matters, as the way in which you believe it and proceed to translate that belief into action.

Men resort to talking only when they haven't the power to enforce their convictions upon others.