To Eat Bread Without Hope Is Still

At My Age The Bones Are Water In The Morning Until Food Is Given Them.

To Serve Is Beautiful, But Only If It Is Done With Joy And A Whole Heart And A Free Mind.

Music Is Not Technique And Melody, But The Meaning Of Life Itself, Infinitely Sorrowful And Unbearably Beautiful.

Chinese Were Bornwith An Accumulated Wisdom, A Natural Sophistication, An Intelligent Naivete, And Unless They Were Transplanted Too Young, These Qualities Ripened In Them.... If Ever I Am Homesick For China, Now That I Am Home In My Own Country, It Is When I Discover Here No Philosophy. Our People Have Opinions And Creeds And Prejudices And Ideas But As Yet No Philosophy.

The Typhoon Came Out Of The Sea First As A Deep Hollow Roar. ... I Was Surrounded By The Madness, The Unreason, Of Uncontrolled, Undisciplined Energy. None Of This Made Any Sense. It Was Worse Than Useless - It Was Nature Destroying Its Own Creation - Its Own Self. To Create By The Long Process Of Growth And Then To Destroy By A Fit Of Wild Emotion - Was This Not Madness, Was This Not Unreason?