The past is a mirror that reflects the present.
The world is a place of the living, and the dead have no place in it. The dead are nothing. They are not even a memory.
——1912年在旧金山丽蝉戏院的演说
海洋的每一滴水都共享整体的壮丽。
Nothing spoils a romance so much as sense of humour in the woman—or the want of it in the man.
Literature is the bridge between the individual and the universal.
晏子春秋