True fighters dare face the sorrows of humanity, and look unflinchingly at bloodshed. What sorrow and joy are theirs! But the Creator's common device for ordinary people is to let the passage of time wash away old traces leaving only pale-red bloodstains and a vague pain; and he lets men live on ignobly and amid these, to keep this quasi-human world going.

Discontent is the wheel that moves people forward.

Hope is like a path in the countryside. Originally, there is nothing - but as people walk this way again and again, a path appears.

Since someone ate crabs, others must have eaten spiders as well. However, they were not tasty. So afterwards, people stopped eating them. These people also deserve our heartfelt gratitude.

Hope is a path on the mountainside. At first there is no path. But then there are people passing that way. And there is a path.

You have to reform yourself before reforming society and the world.

Trust only him who doubts.