I dream that my son will grow up to be a good person, a free person. I dream that someday you will return to revisit the land of our childhood. I dream that flowers will bloom in the streets again...and kites will fly in the skies!

The dead speak to us through the molecules they left behind.

We are all just passing through, ephemeral, and yet we leave behind traces of our existence.

做出伟大工作的唯一途径就是热爱你所做的事情。