I see a sweetness in her smile,Blight light shines from her eyes,But life is complete; contentment is mine, Just knowing that... just knowing that she's alive。

The motor of our ingenuity is the question ‘Does it have to be like this?’, from which arise political reforms, scientific developments, improved relationships, better books.

I don't like to gamble, but if there's one thing I'm willing to bet on, it's myself.