The meaning of life is that it stops.
我们对自己生活的叙述塑造了我们的现实。
这种鹏鸟向南方的大海迁徙,拍打翅膀可以掀动三千里水面,乘着风势而上,直向九万里高空,离开北方南飞六个月,方才止息。山中浮动的雾气,空中弥漫的尘埃,都是因生物用气息相吹而形成。天深蓝,这就是它的本色吗?还是因为天无限高远,看不到边际?当鹏鸟俯视下界,所看到的也不过像这样而已。
我总是努力让我的音乐保持真实,因为这才是能引起人们共鸣的东西。
No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.
Mathematics is the music of reason.
译文:问题刚冒头时解决很容易,等到严重了再补救就难了。