A vaincre sans peril, on triomphe sans gloire.
The mistral may howl, but the olive tree bends without breaking.
The pursuit of mathematical truth is a never-ending adventure.
When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what would calls a romance.
The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
Life is too short to hold grudges.
唯一存在的限制是你心中的限制。