When I Think Of All The Books

In Literature, There Are Only Oxen. The Biggest Ones Are The Geniuses-the Ones Who Toil Eighteen Hours A Day Without Tiring.

On Earth There Is No Heaven, But There Are Pieces Of It.

Man Who Waits For Roast Duck To Fly Into Mouth Must Wait Very, Very Long Time.

Words Are The Small Change Of Thought.

I Have A Remarkable Memory; I Forget Everything. It Is Wonderfully Convenient. It Is As Though The World Were Constantly Renewing Itself For Me.