——出席国民党上海交通部恳亲会,1913年1月10日
Conflict is the gadfly of thought. It stirs us to observation and memory. It instigates to invention. It shocks us out of sheeplike passivity, and sets us at noting and contriving.
"The only thing that is eternal is the now."
天下都变成了秋天的气象,一个房间难以维持春天的温暖。