举头不见繁华色。繁华色。空华杂乱,世人贪得。
译文:抬头望去,看不到那繁华的景象。所谓的繁华,不过是虚幻杂乱的,而世人却贪恋不已。
所以,根基树立不牢的人,不要期望有茂盛的枝叶。 
Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity—it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.
I love argument, I love debate. I don't expect anyone just to sit there and agree with me, that's not their job.