And listening to all the things they would do if they had these things, Wang Lung heard only of how much they would eat and sleep, and of what dainties they would eat that they had never tasted,and how they would gamble in this great tea shop and in that, and what pretty women they would buy for their lust, and above all, how none would ever work again, even as they rich man behind the wall never worked.
He saw on the paper a picture of a man, white-skinned, who hung upon a crosspiece of wood. The man was without clothes except for a bit about his loins, and to all appearences he was dead, since his head drooped upon his shoulder and his eyes were closed above his bearded lips. Wang Lung looked at the pictured man in horror and with increasing interest.
I am always glad when any of my books can be put into an inexpensive edition, because I like to think that any people who might wish to read them can do so. Surely books ought to be within reach of everybody.
It was Wang Lung's marriage day.
If our American way of life fails the child, it fails us all.
The young do not know enough to be prudent, and therefore they attempt the impossible - and achieve it, generation after generation.
Praise out of season, or tactlessly bestowed, can freeze the heart as much as blame.
None who have always been free can understand the terrible fascinating power of the hope of freedom to those who are not free.
Race prejudice is not only a shadow over the colored it is a shadow over all of us, and the shadow is darkest over those who feel it least and allow its evil effects to go on.
When good people in any country cease their vigilance and struggle, then evil men prevail.
We send missionaries to China so the Chinese can get to heaven, but we won't let them into our country.
Truth is always exciting. Speak it, then; life is dull without it.
Growth itself contains the germ of happiness.
To eat bread without hope is still slowly to starve to death.
I am mentally bifocal.
To serve is beautiful, but only if it is done with joy and a whole heart and a free mind.
Life without idealism is empty indeed. We just hope or starve to death.
Men would rather be starving and free than fed in bonds.
The bitterest creature under heaven is the wife who discovers that her husband's bravery is only bravado, that his strength is only a uniform, that his power is but a gun in the hands of a fool.
To know what one can have and to do with it, being prepared for no more, is the basis of equilibrium.
Inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that is where I renew my springs that never dry up.
Love dies only when growth stops.
We should so provide for old age that it may have no urgent wants of this world to absorb it from meditation on the next. It is awful to see the lean hands of dotage making a coffer of the grave.
No one really understood music unless he was a scientist, her father had declared, and not just a scientist, either, oh, no, only the real ones, the theoreticians, whose language was mathematics. She had not understood mathematics until he had explained to her that it was the symbolic language of relationships. 'And relationships,' he had told her, 'contained the essential meaning of life.'
All things are possible until they are proved impossible - and even the impossible may only be so, as of now.
Hunger makes a thief of any man.
Chinese are wise in comprehending without many words what is inevitable and inescapable and therefore only to be borne.
If you want to understand today, you have to search yesterday.
Nothing and no one can destroy the Chinese people. They are relentless survivors.
Some are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together.
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