每一本书都是一次旅程,每一次旅程都是一本书。
梦想家只能在月光下找到自己的路,他的惩罚是比其他人更早看到黎明。
Memory was in this respect similar to anticipation: an instrument of simplification and selection.
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.