历史学家是向后看的先知。
I'm not afraid to die, I'm afraid not to have tried.
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.
On the mute fights with insecurities.
Always take the high road, it's far less crowded.
The Provençal language is not dead; it sleeps in the hearts of the people, waiting to be awakened.
We are all products of an unbroken lineage.