The chief beauty about time is that you cannot waste it in advance. The next year, the next day, the next hour are lying ready for you, as perfect, as unspoiled, as if you had never wasted or misapplied a single moment in all your life.

I’m not perfect, but I’m always me.

The universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose.

当你怀疑自己能否飞翔的那一刻，你就永远失去了飞翔的能力。