The clouds over the land now rose like mountains, and the coast was only a long green line with the gray blue hills behind it. The water was a dark blue now, so dark that it was almost purple.

生命的美在于它的无常。

我不是神，我是一个人。我和你一样。

The voice is the mirror of the soul.

The first step in the art of management is the selection of the right man for the right job.

理性无法支配爱情。