It is indeed an opinion strangely prevailing amongst men， that houses， mountains， rivers， and in a word all sensible objects， have an existence， natural or real， distinct from their being perceived by the understanding.

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

生活不在于握有一手好牌,而在于把手里的牌打好。

Every journey is a search for the self, even when we think we are running away.

A good scientist is like a detective, always looking for clues in the details.