人们心中所寄予的世俗希望化为灰烬——或者繁荣;然后,就像沙漠尘埃上的雪,照亮一两个小时——然后消失。
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.
在他们烧书的地方,他们最终会烧人。
Force has no place where there is need of skill.
Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.
电子不是一个物体,而是一种更深层现实的体现。