We may have grown older, but the music keeps us young at heart.

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

森林的真正价值不能仅用板英尺来衡量。

I’m living the life I dreamed about when I was broke.

All changes follow a law.

"In the end, we are all stories, told and retold, until we become part of the collective memory."