In the spider-web of facts, many a truth is strangled.

For having expressed an opinion, however far-fetched, we straightway become its slave, ready to die defending it, and even ready to believe it. And many continue to be martyrs to causes which have ceased to exist, their crowns rusting upon their heads as tin wreaths rust upon forgotten tombs.

In the spider-web of facts, many a truth is strangled.

Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits.

With the stones we cast at them, geniuses build new roads with them.

Having read the inscriptions upon the tombstones of the great and little cemeteries, Wang Peng advised the Emperor to kill all the living and resurrect the dead.

Man is ready to die for an idea, provided that idea is not quite clear to him.