Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!
今天,情人的话语是极端的孤独。
If you’re not failing occasionally, you’re not pushing hard enough.
在土地的寂静中,你可以听到我们祖先的声音。