生命与死亡之间的界限，充其量不过是模糊的阴影。谁能说清它们的交界在哪里？
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends， and the other begins？
We think not in isolated ideas, but in continuous streams of purpose-directed activity.
The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.
译文：白云斜斜地挂在蔚蓝的天空上，独自登上高处心中一片怅然。遥想家乡像什么呢?在那杂乱山峰的深处，一片翠绿如烟。
There'll always be serendipity involved in discovery.
小规模养殖户是这个行业的支柱，他们的知识是无价的。