Danh ngôn của Pearl S. Buck (Sứ mệnh: 9)

To eat bread without hope is still slowly to starve to death.
The secret of joy in work is contained in one word - excellence. To know how to do something well is to enjoy it.
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.
A dog barks when his master is attacked. I would be a coward if I saw that God's truth is attacked and yet would remain silent.
The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration.
Growth itself contains the germ of happiness.
The truth is always exciting. Speak it, then. Life is dull without it.
Our society must make it right and possible for old people not to fear the young or be deserted by them, for the test of a civilization is the way that it cares for its helpless members.
To find joy in work is to discover the fountain of youth.
Order is the shape upon which beauty depends.
Some are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together.
It may be that religion is dead, and if it is, we had better know it and set ourselves to try to discover other sources of moral strength before it is too late.
I feel no need for any other faith than my faith in the kindness of human beings. I am so absorbed in the wonder of earth and the life upon it that I cannot think of heaven and angels.
None who have always been free can understand the terrible fascinating power of the hope of freedom to those who are not free.
Love dies only when growth stops.
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.
Love alone could waken love.
Nothing in life is as good as the marriage of true minds between man and woman. As good? It is life itself.
Inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that is where I renew my springs that never dry up.
Men would rather be starving and free than fed in bonds.
In a mood of faith and hope my work goes on. A ream of fresh paper lies on my desk waiting for the next book. I am a writer and I take up my pen to write.
You can judge your age by the amount of pain you feel when you come in contact with a new idea.
One faces the future with one's past.
The basic discovery about any people is the discovery of the relationship between men and women.
Self-expression must pass into communication for its fulfillment.
Life without idealism is empty indeed. We just hope or starve to death.
A good marriage is one which allows for change and growth in the individuals and in the way they express their love.