Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!
The desire for recognition, the thymotic part of the soul, is what drives human history.
The heart is a fragile thing, easily broken, but also capable of immense love and resilience.
最成功的水产养殖是与自然合作，而不是对抗自然。
诗歌不是一种奢侈品，而是一种必需品。
The real contest is always between what you've done and what you're capable of doing. You measure yourself against yourself and nobody else.
A mathematician's work is never done; there are always more problems to solve.
你的爱如此令人上瘾
