The time which we have at our disposal every day is elastic; the passions that we feel expand it, those that we inspire contract it; and habit fills up what remains.
The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today.
Every mathematical theorem is a story waiting to be told, a mystery waiting to be unraveled.
化用辛弃疾《沁园春》词句，表达对英雄气概的赞叹