I do not like proper novels. In proper novels people say things like, ‘I am veined with iron, with silver and with streaks of common mud. I cannot contract into the firm fist which those clench who do not depend on stimulus.’ What does this mean? I do not know. Nor does Father. Nor do the people who write these books.

一个文明的真正考验在于它如何对待最弱小的成员。

质量胜过数量。

我们开采的岩石讲述着地球的故事；我们只是这份遗产的临时保管者。

我不是神，但我也不是普通人。