The saddest thing about love is that not only that it cannot last forever, but that heartbreak is soon forgotten.

It is indeed an opinion strangely prevailing amongst men， that houses， mountains， rivers， and in a word all sensible objects， have an existence， natural or real， distinct from their being perceived by the understanding.

There is no solitude in the world like that of the big city.

中亚的游牧民族像风一样自由，除了地平线，没有任何墙壁能束缚他们。

简短的词是最好的，又短又古老的词最最好。