Once Confucius was walking on the mountains and he came across a woman weeping by a grave. He asked the woman what here sorrow was, and she replied, We are a family of hunters. My father was eaten by a… — Lin Yutang Copy Share Image
There are no books in this world that everybody must read, but only books that a person must read at a certain time in… — Lin Yutang Copy Share Image
And if the reader has no taste for what he reads, all the time is wasted — Lin Yutang Copy Share Image
“Much as I like reasonable persons, I hate completely rational beings. For that reason, I am always scared and ill at ease when I… — Lin Yutang Copy Share Image
The best that we can hope for in this life is that we shall not have sons and grandsons of whom we need to… — Lin Yutang Copy Share Image
By association with nature's enormities, a man's heart may truly grow big also. — Lin Yutang Copy Share Image
Now it is characteristic of play that one plays without reason and there must be no reason for it. Play is its own good… — Lin Yutang Copy Share Image
I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because… — Lin Yutang Copy Share Image
Hope is like a road in the country; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into… — Lin Yutang Copy Share Image
Is it not tragic, for example, that while in the last World War almost everyone believed it was the war to end all wars… — Lin Yutang Copy Share Image
