The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

History is the present. That's why every generation writes it anew. But what most people think of as history is its end product, myth.

译文：大树根深不怕疾风的摇动，树木笔直不担心影子歪斜。赏析：做人光明磊落，胸襟宽广，就不怕背后有人说三道四，评长论短。