All life comes from an egg.

我不是演讲，我是旋律。

最终，我们都只是故事。

It seemed the world was divided into good and bad people. The good ones slept better ... while the bad ones seemed to enjoy the waking hours much more.

The world is not run from where he thinks. Not from castle walls, but from countinghouses, not by the call of the bugle but by the click of the abacus, not by the grate and click of the broadsword but by the scrape of the pen.

唯一真正的财富是灵魂的财富。