The words we use to describe the world are the world.
爱，爱，爱，那是天才的灵魂。
No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.
逝者从未远离我们。他们在我们心中，在我们脑海里，而最终重要的是爱。
A man, as a general rule, owes very little to what he is born with – a man is what he makes of himself.