To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.

I don’t let hate define me, I let it refine me.

正该来时，先生（老子）应时来到这世间；正该去时，先生顺时离开这世间。安于时势，顺应自然规律，哀乐就不能进入心中。

Always strive for excellence, not perfection.

未来总是在变化，但过去总是一样的。