The real problem is not whether machines think but whether men do.

Art is the language of the soul.

The founders of a new colony, whatever Utopia of human virtue and happiness they might originally project, have invariably recognized it among their earliest practical necessities to allot a portion of the virgin soil as a cemetery, and another portion as the site of a prison.

小说不是逃避现实，而是更深入地沉浸其中。