We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.
我们生来孤独，死时孤独，尽管有浪漫杂志的渲染，终有一天回望人生时会发现，即便有人相伴，我们始终孤独。
Mathematics is the art of giving the same name to different things.
The truth is rarely pure and never simple.