He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.

绘画是一种语言，和任何语言一样，它有自己的语法和句法。

一个公司的真正价值是由它如何对待最低工资员工来衡量的。

我将永远是一名火箭队球员。