He said that the way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. His meridian is at once his darkening and the evening of his day.

She wore far too much rogue last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sigh of despair in a woman.

我不知道什么更紧，是我的牛仔裤还是我的安保。

The Langlands conjectures suggest that there is a hidden harmony between different areas of mathematics.

Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.