我们如海鸥之与波涛相遇似地,遇见了,走近了。海鸥飞去,波涛滚滚地流开,我们也分别了。
真相并不总是美丽的,美丽的话语也不总是真相。
The future belongs to those who can make leather without leaving scars—on the earth or its people.
History has neither the venerable age of the earth nor the innocence of the child; it is always the result of human passions and human errors.
"We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master."