The man who moves a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.
Thought's infidelity lies in its privacy. 'If there is something that you cannot say to me,' asks the lover, 'things that you must think alone, then can you really be trusted?'
如果是我,要是我有五十三分钟可以自由运用,那我会悠哉游哉向一道清泉走去。