品质会被人长久记住,而价格很快就会被遗忘。
In a field by the river my love and I did stand,And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
The true genius shudders at incompleteness — and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it ought to be.