Walls define space, but openings connect it to the world.
The past does not belong to us; we belong to it.
我们生来孤独,活着孤独,死去孤独。尽管有那些浪漫杂志的渲染,终有一天我们会回顾一生,发现尽管有人相伴,我们始终孤独。
I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in.