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.

谈论天气是无趣人类最后的避难所。

无知者是不自由的，正因和他对立的是一个陌生的世界。

We all have our own little secrets, our own little shames.

做你自己。没有人比你更好。