The light was fading, and with it, the warmth of the day.
孔子说:“我想不说话。”子贡说:“您如果不说话,谁教我们呢?”孔子说:“天说过什么?天不说话,照样四季运行,百物生长,天说过什么?”
Every building is a kind of confession.
The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
我们都在逃避某些东西,而我们逃避的东西往往是我们最渴望的。
宇宙是一个巨大的地方,也许是最大的。
Transparency builds trust. Consumers have the right to know where their seafood comes from and how it’s produced.