夏天的飞鸟,飞到我窗前唱歌,又飞去了。 秋天的黄叶,他们没有什麼可唱的,只是叹息一声,飞落在那里。
The choice for mankind lies between freedom and happiness and for the great bulk of mankind, happiness is better.
Love is the only reality, and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth.
The best way to predict the future is to create it.
Art is not about answers, it's about questions.