Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!
有两种自由——一种虚伪的自由,一个人可以为所欲为;一种真正的自由,一个人可以为所应为。
Escribir es un acto de libertad, pero también de responsabilidad.
Human suffering and joy are universal, no matter where we come from.