子曰：“人而不仁，如礼何？人而不仁，如乐何？”
孔子说：“对于不仁的人，礼法有何用？音乐有何用？”
语言不是描述现实的工具，而是现实本身。
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away。 And yellow leaves of autumn， which have no songs， flutter and fall there with a sigh。
写下那些不该被遗忘的事。
The writer is the enemy of all dictatorships, whether of the left or of the right.
Mathematics is the language with which God has written the universe.
做出伟大工作的唯一途径就是热爱你所做的事。
