Only by not forgetting the past can we be the master of the future.

You strive to have a good heart. But what is a heart? Just a chunk of flesh that a dog can eat.

The young intellectuals are all chanting, "Revolution, Revolution," but I say the revolution will have to start in our homes, by achieving equal rights for women.

Don't tell me women are not the stuff of heroes.

Today the two hundred million men in our country are entering into a civilized new world...but we, the two hundred million women, are still kept down in the dungeon.

With all my heart I beseech and beg my two hundred million female compatriots to assume their responsibility as citizens. Arise! Arise! Chinese women, arise!

Life is a journey, and you can't carry everything with you. Only the usable baggage.

The more you move, the stronger you'll grow, not like a tree that can be killed if you uproot it.

Autumn rain, autumn wind, they make one die of sorrow.

Every summer Lin Kong returned to Goose Village to divorce his wife, Shuyu.

My pen is alight and my body aflame. Until both burn down to ash, my love and my hate will remain here in the world.

The only doors that open are the ones you knock on.

I don't feel guilty for anything. I feel sorry for people who feel guilt.

I've realized that I love all forms of music and get excited when any artist goes crazy and creates something that is an experience.

To say of what is that it is not, or of what is not that it is, is false, while to say of what is that it is, and of what is not that it is not, is true.

Mysticism is, in essence, little more than a certain intensity and depth of feeling in regard to what is believed about the universe.

It is, I claim, nonsense to say that it does not matter which individual man acted as the nucleus for the change. It is precisely this that makes history unpredictable into the future.

Global governance is just a euphemism for global government.

The important thing in life is not to have a good hand but to play it well.

Love and grief enable us to feel how we're all at heart the same. In love and grief, which is always very personal, the distinctions that separate us melt away.

There is no such thing as a self-cleaning oven.