在这件小事情上我发现,世界上误解和懈怠也许比奸诈和恶意还要误事。至少奸诈和恶意肯定并不多见。
Desire is not a thing to be understood. It is a thing to be endured.
Without magic, there is no art. Without art, there is no idealism. Without idealism, there is no integrity. Without integrity, there is nothing but production.
在科学中最令人兴奋的短语,预示着新发现的,不是“我找到了!”而是“这有点奇怪...”