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“If man be sensible and one fine morning, while he is lying in bed, counts at the tips of his fingers how many things in this life truly will give him enjoyment, invariably he will find food is the first one.”

Quote by Lin Yutang

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Lin Yutang
Lin Yutang

Lin Yutang, born on October 10, 1895, in Yongding District, Longyan City, Fujian Province, and died on March 26, 1976. He was a renowned Chinese modern writer, translator, and scholar, known as a 'cultural giant'. Lin Yutang's literary works are characterized by their humor, wit, and elegant language, with representative works including 'Chinatown Days' and 'Laughing and Crying'. more

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