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The poet has aged, He cares not if the peach blossoms still smile as old.
“Everyone grows old. You are in the blossom of youth, but decay is the only prospect for me.
Sitting by the blossoms, wine in hand, I wish to ask my gentle friend, Is there a way to hold on to spring? If only spring could be persuaded to stay.
In our actions and our dealings, we should always leave room to turn, to retreat.
Any connoisseur knows that it is only through the simplest dish that a chef’s true skill is revealed. The same goes for the martial arts – a true master can perform magic in the most ordinary move.
“A real man of honour is one who maintains his integrity, even as he grows wealthy and powerful in an age of peace. A man of honour is also one who gives his life to uphold his ethics in corrupt times.”
“It wasn’t a story! It’s all true!” “As long as they’re amusing, what’s the difference between real events and good stories? A lot of people spend their whole life eating, sleeping, defecating and doing nothing else. If you told me every little thing they did, every chicken feather or garlic peel in their pointless, boring lives, every vegetable and chunk of tofu, their every pee and poo, you’d bore the Hoary Urchin to death.”
“There are some exceptionally clever people in this world. But, I can tell you, nothing good – no, indeed, only the very rotten – comes of running into one of their kind.”
