A woman is like tea, requiring your lifelong devotion to savor. Even if you do not fully understand it at first, you never tire of trying, wishing to spend a lifetime slowly sensing the source of its faint, elusive fragrance.
Among the millions of people, you met the one you were destined to meet; among the millions of years, in the boundless wilderness of time, you were not a step early, nor a step late, but just right in time.
One's worth is determined by oneself, not by origin. If you despise yourself, you are base. If you consider yourself noble and constrain your actions with noble conduct, you are noble. Note that this is about self-restraint, not mere boasting.
A fish cannot muddy the sea, mist cannot crush the high mountains, thunder cannot collapse the hilltops, and a fan cannot disperse the great fog. No matter how long a deer's neck is, it never surpasses the height of its head; no matter how long a person's toes are, they never surpass the length of their feet; no matter how fast one acts, it never surpasses the speed of thought.
We must eat, sleep, travel, and love—in other words, we must engage with the sweetest aspects of life. However, we must not submit to these things.