The true poet is a man who is always in love with life.

无物可自虚空而生。

Never give up, never give in.

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs,flutter and fall there with a sigh.

The only limits you have are the ones you place on yourself.

没有分析，就没有合成；没有合成，也就没有分析。

快乐不是现成的东西。它来自你自己的行动。

The next green revolution must be both productive and environmentally responsible.

人类的心灵起源于爱和争斗在体内的平衡。