"Books, which we mistake for consolation, only add depth to our sorrow."
Ingersoll's story of the man that went down from heaven on a reduced-rate excursion ticket good for 30 days --- and tried to sell his return ticket.
The only limit to our realization of tomorrow is our doubts of today.
沉默是上帝的语言,其他一切都是拙劣的翻译。
Just because I'm losing, doesn't mean I'm lost.