The reality is: sometimes you lose. And you’re never too good to lose. You’re never too big to lose. You’re never too smart to lose. It happens.
Nothing will have taken place but the place itself.
Theologians may quarrel, but the mystics of the world speak the same language.
文学是赋予无形以形式的艺术。
Every equation we write is a poem of the universe, a verse in the grand epic of existence.