词语如同影子,影子如同词语:它们什么都不说,它们只是重复我们想听的话。
I'm not a star, I'm a black hole.
Conflict is the gadfly of thought. It stirs us to observation and memory. It instigates to invention. It shocks us out of sheeplike passivity, and sets us at noting and contriving.
过去是一个跟随我们的影子,但选择让它定义我们还是走向光明,是我们的选择。
The stock market is a device for transferring money from the impatient to the patient.