未来属于那些相信自己梦想之美的人。
《关睢》这首诗,快乐而不过分,哀婉而不伤恸。
Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.
数学的美只向更有耐心的追随者展示。
小说是对抗狂热和不宽容的武器。
我们会死,这让我们成为幸运者。大多数人永远不会死,因为他们永远不会出生。
"Truth is not found in the light, but in the shadows where we dare not look."