世界是一块画布，我们是画家。

女性无需谁的许可才能发光。只需点亮自己的光芒。

The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes—or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two—is gone.

一旦不再抱那么大的希望，我们就不会再这么愤怒了。《哲学的慰藉》

谁若游戏人生，他就一事无成；谁不能主宰自己，便永远是一个奴隶。

The best way to predict the future is to create it.

Twenty years of romance make a woman look like a ruin; but twenty years of marriages make her look like a public building.