In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play.
真相伤人,但谎言更伤人。
当你原谅其他人的时候,他们不一定会知道这件事,但你自己却会被治愈。原谅不是我们给予他人的东西;而是我们给自己的礼物。
The world is not run from where he thinks. Not from castle walls, but from countinghouses, not by the call of the bugle but by the click of the abacus, not by the grate and click of the broadsword but by the scrape of the pen.
We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print.
The course of history is the slow march of freedom.