Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.
悲伤就像海洋；它如潮水般起伏。有时水面平静，有时却势不可挡。我们所能做的就是学会游泳。
临终前与诸同志谈话，1925年3月11日
"Memory is like a dog that lies down where it pleases."
风俗习惯是人类生活的重要指南。
The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.
译文：西风落日下野草斑驳，秋日天空云淡风轻，一只孤鸟飞过。我这个两鬓斑白的游子，又骑着马登上了太行山。