概率论归根结底不过是常识的微积分。
The theory of probabilities is at bottom nothing but common sense reduced to calculus.
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!
过去从未消逝，它甚至还未过去。
我们进化而来的心理是所有文化的基础，而不是相反。
精神是穿透生命本身的生命；它以燃烧在灵魂中的火焰为食。
Reality is not something we perceive, but something we create with our stories.
