爱情像一棵树,它自己生长,深深扎根于我们的存在。
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's family and friends; and lastly, the solid cash.
The only limits in life are the ones you make.
“但是"之前的话都是废话。
给予的方式比礼物本身更有价值。