April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.

我不导演电影，我导演人。

The beauty of mathematics is that it allows us to see the world in a way that is both precise and profound, revealing the underlying order that governs all things.

爱就是爱去爱爱。