移动的手指在书写；一旦写下，便继续前行：无论是你的虔诚还是智慧，都无法引诱它回来取消半行，你的泪水也无法洗去一个字。
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
There is no such thing as society: there are individual men and women, and there are families.
There is no bad whiskey. There are only some whiskeys that aren't as good as others.