我不定义任何东西。不是美,不是爱国主义。我接受它来的样子,我离开它走的样子。
I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each as it comes, and I leave it as it goes.
Sometimes it seems as if there are more solutions than problems. On closer scrutiny, it turns out that many of today's problems are a result of yesterday's solutions.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
"The whole world is a series of miracles, but we're so used to them we call them ordinary things."