A story was a form of telepathy. By means of inking symbols onto a page, she was able to send thoughts and feelings from her mind to her reader's. It was a magical process, so commonplace that no one stopped to wonder at it.
The greatest killer of happiness is comparison. If you must compare, compare yourself to you yesterday
Life in the state of nature is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
科学的进步就像古老的沙漠小径,散落着被抛弃的理论的苍白骨架,这些理论曾经看似拥有永恒的生命。
"The world is full of stories, but the ones that matter most are the ones we tell ourselves."