The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

The writer must be a stranger in his own country.

Perhaps if we wrote programs from childhood on, as adults we'd be able to read them.

The steel industry must adapt to the needs of the future.

听我说话就像一次头脑旅行，因为我只给你那些你和朋友在客厅里开玩笑的东西。唯一的区别是我有胆量在你们面前说出来。