Whoever thinks he is objective must already be half drunk.

It is in the nature of things that some people should be unlucky enough to get their heads chopped off.

I thought: hope cannot be said to exist, nor can it be said not to exist. It is just like roads across the earth. For actually the earth had no roads to begin with, but when many men pass one way, a road is made.

Creation, even when it is a mere outpouring from the heart, wishes to find a public. By definition, creation is sociable. Yet it can be satisfied with merely one single reader: an old friend, a lover.

Whoever thinks he is objective must already be half drunk.

I could not blot out hope, for hope belongs to the future.

When the Chinese suspect someone of being a potential troublemaker, they always resort to one of two methods: they crush him, or they hoist him on a pedestal.