Author of quotes: Hong Styczen. Page 4

Enjoying a solitary life in the woods, knows neither glory nor shame. Walking the path of truth, knows neither preferences nor aversions.

He who in a moment of excitement not be hectic, no doubt nurtured by the purity of spirit in times of peace. The one who in the hour of death is never shaken, no doubt, comprehended the essence of things in life.

Along a mountain stream surrounded by pine trees, walk alone with a stick in his hand. Freeze and feel: the cloud filled the folds of the old coat. Pedrelli with a book by the window overgrown with bamboo. Wake up and see: the moon got in stertoe blanket.

Friends and strangers converge for a feast and without restraint indulge in the fun. But suddenly the water dries up in hours, extinguished the lamps, scattered incense and cold tea poured into the cups. Then the soul of sadness creeps in, and lost hunting fun. So we live in this world. Why don't people look back on their life early?

The one who talks about the virtues of living in the mountains and forests, not necessarily longs for solitude in the mountains and forests. One who does not tolerate talking about the glory and benefit, not necessarily ceased to dream of fame and profit.

Under the ferocious wind and pouring rain must be able to stand on her own two feet. Where flowers bloom and willows, you need to be able to look up. He embarked on a dangerous path, a dangerous path, you need to be able to turn back.

Coolly look at others. Calmly listen to others. Coolly ponder. In cold blood worry.

Hearing about someone's bad deed, do not rush to condemn this man. It may be that he is a decent person who fell victim to slander. Hearing about someone's good deed, not hastily to seek friendship with that person. It may be that he is a scoundrel who fills his worth.

One who lives in full prosperity, like filled to the brim the Cup from which here-here will shed water. Such fears and one extra drop. One who is mired in vanity, similar to rotten tree that will collapse. Be afraid of even the slightest push.

Mnogonogie and lofty manners, heroic deeds, and excellence - all this is a source of misery in the world. Only the ordinary virtues and ordinary behavior can return us to a primordial fullness of being and to make peace in our soul.

Met a liar, try to touch his heart with sincerity. Having met an evil person, try to soften it with kindness. Meet the miser, try to fix his unselfishness. Nothing in China will not escape our melting pot.

"When eating, every time I leave food for the mice. Pity the moths, do not burn the torch nights". These thoughts of ancient support in our lives. Without them we will be what is called "body of wood and earth," and that's all.

Mistakes of others should be forgiven and their own mistakes, to forgive is not necessary. Own hardships to endure, but the sight of other people's hardships can't be tolerated.

Better to be a friend of the elder living in the mountains than the man market merchant. Better to spend days in a grass hut than to be well received in the house with the red gate. It is better to listen to the songs of woodcutters and shepherds, than to listen to street talk. It is best to remember the great words and glorious deeds of the ancients, than to lament about the depravity of modern manners.