"Theatre is the last refuge of the unspeakable."

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.

你经历得越多，学到的就越多，学到的越多，你就会变得越好。

The search for meaning is a futile endeavor.

Tragic art, as it developed in the theaters of ancient Greece, in the fifth century B.C., was essentially an art form devoted to tracing how people fail, and also according them a level of sympathy, which ordinary life would not necessarily accord them. A few years ago, I was thinking about this, and I went to "The Sunday Sport," a tabloid newspaper I don't recommend you start reading if you're not familiar with it already.

城市的伟大是由它的公共空间衡量的。

电锯不会毁掉森林，短视思维才会。

When a child asks an endless string of “why？” questions， the smartest reply is， “I don’t know， what do you think？”

Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge, I'm trying not to lose my head.