What we think, we become.
我们想什么,就会成为什么。
质量不是一种行为,而是一种习惯。
我们如海鸥之与波涛相遇似地,遇见了,走近了。海鸥飞去,波涛滚滚地流开,我们也分别了。
The world is a place of the living, and the dead have no place in it. The dead are nothing. They are not even a memory. They are forgotten.