We made gods of men and they leave us. Others make brutes of them and they fawn and are faithful.
我们把男人当成神,他们却离我们而去;有些把男人当成畜生,他们反倒摇尾乞悯,而且忠心耿耿。
O tempo é o melhor autor: sempre encontra um final perfeito.
Memory is like a phantom, or like a friend who betrays you.