The universe would look to a two-dimensional creature who spend its life moving on the service of what turned out to be a globe， it could travel for millions of years and would always return to its starting point， it would never be conscious of what was above it or beneath it.

世界充满了美与丑，而我们选择看哪一种。

In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.

The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.

The only thing that matters is what you believe in yourself.