Poor food and water for dinner, a bent arm for a pillow that is where joy resides. For me, wealth and renown without honor are nothing but drifting clouds.
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Confucius, The Analects.
Poor food and water for dinner, a bent arm for a pillow that is where joy resides. For me, wealth and renown without honor are nothing but drifting clouds.
Confucius, The Analects.