You see, but you do not observe.

If memories had a smell, it would be the fragrance of camphor, sweet and secure, like clearly remembered happiness, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow.

世界是一本书，不读书的人只活了一次。

The next generation won't ask what we said—they'll ask what we did.

最终，我们记住的不是敌人的话语，而是朋友的沉默。

人は誰でも、自分だけの物語を持っている。