The past is never dead. It's not even past.
过去从未死去，它甚至不是过去。
写作就是在沉默和谎言之间做出选择。
If we find the answer to that, it would be the ultimate triumph of human reason - for then we would know the mind of God.
The dead are never really gone, they just change form.
有人说：“如果用恩德来回报别人对自己的怨仇，行不行呢？”孔子说：“这样的话，你将用什么来报答别人对你的恩德呢？不如以公正对待怨仇，以恩德报答恩德。”