I am among those who think that science has great beauty.
我不是来告诉你怎么想,我是来告诉你要思考。
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!
A story is never finished; it simply waits for the next teller.
Where they have burned books, they will end in burning human beings.