Language is the house of being. In its home man dwells. Those who think and those who create with words are the guardians of this home.
随着距离的增加,我们的知识逐渐消失,而且消失得很快。最终,我们到达了模糊的边界——我们望远镜的极限。
"A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams."