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.

我不知道什么更紧，是我们的牛仔裤还是我们的和声。

It all depends on how we look at things, and not on how they are themselves.

The work of art is a spark of the eternal.

Fear is a kind of faith.

The beauty of a well-designed algorithm lies in its simplicity and efficiency.

Every book is a journey the writer takes alone first.

一个词的力量可以在最黑暗的夜晚中超越最亮的星星。