Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.
希望是长着羽毛的东西,栖息在灵魂里。
"The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy."
A managed forest is like a symphony—every tree plays its part at the right time.
真相总是令人兴奋的。那么就说出来吧。没有它,生活是乏味的。
生与死的界限至多是模糊不清的。谁能说一个在哪里结束,另一个在哪里开始?