过去是远处的一支蜡烛：近得让你无法放弃，远得无法给你安慰。
The gift of language is the single human trait that marks us all genetically, setting us apart from the rest of life.
It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.