The world is changing from day to day; it is high time for our writers to take off their masks, look frankly, keenly, and boldly at life, and write about real flesh and blood. It is high time for a brand-new arena for literature, high time for some bold fighters to charge headlong into battle!

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

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

True, we must dare look things in the face before we dare think, speak, act, or assume responsibility. If we dare not even look, what else are we good for?

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

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.

But if a few awake, you can't say there is no hope of destroying the iron house.