Conflict is the gadfly of thought. It stirs us to observation and memory. It instigates to invention. It shocks us out of sheeplike passivity, and sets us at noting and contriving.
"The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper."
过去是一个跟随你到任何地方的影子。
世界在等待你的歌。
大自然倾向于在她所有的作品中产生恒常性，但并不总是成功。
You’ll never be able to please everybody, so just do what makes you happy.