没有人真正了解其他人。他所能做的最好的事情就是假设他们像他自己一样。
No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself.
Because we are food for worms, lads. Because, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room...is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold and die.
光是上帝的画笔，每时每刻都在描绘世界。
The more you know, the less you understand.
你再也回不了家了。