El amor es como un reloj de arena: cuando se acaba el corazón, la cabeza comienza a llenarse.
The individual has become a mere cog in an enormous organization of things and powers which tear from his hands all progress, spirituality, and value in order to transform them from their subjective form into the form of a purely objective life.
你宛若一场天国的绮梦,尘世的爱情不配去攀求。
不要因为累了就停下来,完成了再停下来。
你不是在建立企业,而是在培养人,然后由人来建立企业。
The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.