孔子说：“我想不说话。”子贡说：“您如果不说话，谁教我们呢？”孔子说：“天说过什么？天不说话，照样四季运行，百物生长，天说过什么？”
There is nothing which I dread so much as a division of the republic into two great parties, each arranged under its leader, and concerting measures in opposition to each other.
To live is to endure, to find meaning in the chaos, and to keep moving forward despite the pain.