夏天的飞鸟,飞到我的窗前唱歌,又飞去了。秋天的黄叶,它们没有什么可唱,只叹息一声,飞落在那里。
我们都是由故事构成的,而故事也是由我们构成的。
We are all potential fossils still carrying within us the traces of our former selves.
To understand the electron is to understand the foundation of our technological civilization.
It is not necessary to take life too seriously. You will never get out of it alive.