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钱锺书 《围城》：“时间已经遗忘了这条路途。”
On the path of science, there are no smooth roads to take; only those who are not afraid of hard work and climb the steep mountain paths have the hope of reaching the glorious summit.
It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.
The roads are full of crowds going somewhere, but nobody knows where they are going.
It ain't the roads we take; it's what's inside of us that makes us turn out the way we do.
The road to the heart is the ear.