沉默是愚人的美德。
Silence is the virtue of fools.
Be as you wish to seem.
The right of a nation to kill a tyrant in case of necessity can never be doubted.
The reality is: sometimes you lose. And you’re never too good to lose. You’re never too big to lose. You’re never too smart to lose. It happens.
We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.
The truth is often uncomfortable, but necessary.