Author of quotes: Lin Yitan

My faith in human dignity lies in the belief that man is the biggest crook and thief on earth. Human dignity must be associated with trickery and not with a soldier's discipline, obedience and regimentation.

How many of us are able to distinguish the odors of noon and night? The winter and summer? Windy or calm air? People are so unhappy in the city than in the countryside because of all these nuances and diversity of the smells, sounds, and images, it is much less clear in the widespread uniformity of gray walls and cement pavements.

It's not so much what you believe, how you believe and how to embody their faith in action.

Today we are afraid of simple words like goodness, mercy, and kindness. We don't believe the good old words because you no longer believe in good old values.
That is why the world is sick.

Besides the noble art of getting things to the end, there is the noble art of leaving things unfinished. The wisdom of life - in the filtering of irrelevant.

If you are able to spend a useless day useless way you have learned to live.

Society can exist only when a certain amount of fine lies and assuming that no one says what they mean.

I like spring, but she's too young. I like summer, but it's too haughtily. Therefore, most of all I love autumn when the leaves just turn yellow, their colors brighter, the colors richer, and it all seems a touch of sadness and presentiment of death. Its Golden richness speaks not of the inexperience of spring, not of the power of summer, but the maturity and acceptance of the wisdom of approaching age. Autumn knows about the boundaries of life and full of contentment. Awareness of these boundaries, from the richness of experience emerges a Symphony of colours and abundance, where green speaks of life and strength, orange - Golden on satisfaction, and the purple of humility and death.

A person who is obliged to be in a certain place at five o'clock in the evening, pre-spoiled his whole day, from noon until five o'clock.

A good traveler does not know where he is going and a perfect traveler does not know where he came from.

Hope is like a road in the country; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence.
Hope is like a road in the countryside; the way nobody laid, but a lot of people were walking along the trail, and there was the road.

Such is human psychology that if we don't express our joy, we soon cease to feel it.
Human psychology is such that if we don't Express our joy, we soon cease to feel it.

No one realizes the beauty of the journey, until he comes home and puts the head on an old familiar pillow.