A rich man's body is like a premium cotton pillow, white and soft and blank. Ours are different. My father's spine was a knotted rope, and the skin on his chest was so thin that you could see the ribs pressing out against it.

《三民主义.民生主义》（1924年8月10日）

写作是一种勇气的行为。

我相信，只要你站起来并前进，生活就会为你敞开大门。有些事情会激励你继续前进。