Nature is an outcry, unpolished truth; the art—a euphemism—tamed wilderness.
From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.
You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.
A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.
There are too many literati, yet very few are smart; knowledge is acquired far too easily.
Omnipotence and omniscience are the end of power and knowledge.