Poetry is the art of saying the unsayable.

The true joy of research comes from pushing the boundaries of what we thought was possible.

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.

理解一切即宽恕一切。

我们都是生命之树上的枝条。