The question is not whether the thing exists， but whether it has any essence which is capable of existence without us.
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.
和平时期流汗越多，战争时期流血越少。
Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.
"History is not what happened, but what we remember and how we remember it."