我们每个人都是自己命运的编织者,尽管有时我们无法选择手中的线。
The more you learn, the more you know. The more you know, the more you forget. The more you forget, the less you know. So why bother to learn?
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes—or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two—is gone.