文学是最美丽的不服从形式。

The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent friends.

The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

我们最爱的故事会永远活在我们心中。

教育是老年人的最佳粮食。