西风落日草斑斑，云薄秋空鸟独还。两鬓霜华千里客，马蹄又上太行山。
译文：西风落日下野草斑驳，秋日天空云淡风轻，一只孤鸟飞过。我这个两鬓斑白的游子，又骑着马登上了太行山。
自由国际秩序是一个神话。
First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win.
The world is an extremely dangerous, untrustworthy, unreliable place.
A play is fiction—and fiction is fact distilled into truth.
深海是地球上最大的博物馆。
"We are all, in some way, prisoners of our time."
那些‘基业长青’的公司也必须‘为变革而建’。