The present is a fragile bridge between the past and the future.
所有卓越的事物都与它们的稀有性一样困难。
The world is a place of the living, and the dead have no place in it. The dead are nothing. They are not even a memory. They are forgotten. And the living, too, will be forgotten.
Every image embodies a way of seeing.
熄灭了吧，熄灭了吧，短促的烛光！人生不过是一个行走的影子，一个在舞台上指手划脚的拙劣的伶人，登场片刻，就在无声无臭中悄然退下；它是一个愚人所讲的故事，充满着喧哗和骚动，却找不到一点意义。
The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is that little extra.