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“Reality - Dreams = Animal Being Reality + Dreams = A Heart-Ache (usually called Idealism) Reality + Humor = Realism (also called Conservatism) Dreams - Humor = Fanaticism Dreams + Humor = Fantasy Reality + Dreams + Humor = Wisdom”

Quote by Lin Yutang

Work

The Importance of Living

This book delves into the profound questions of existence, examining the importance of living and the various dimensions of human experience. more

Author

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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