湯姆·舒爾曼
編劇、制片、導(dǎo)演
Gentlemen,what are the Four pillars?Travesty,Horror,Decadence,Excrement.
He was born with his foot in his mouth
Gentlemen,what are the Four pillars?Tradition,Honour,Discipline,Excellence.
Oh,to have life henceforth,the poem of new joys.
To dance,clap hands,exalt,shout,skip,roll on, float on
Oh,I live to be the ruler of life,not a slave
To be a sailor of the world bound for all ports.
And as I am an honest puck,if we have unearned luck,now to's scape the serpent's tongue,we will make amends ere long,else the puck a liar call.
There is a time for daring,and there is a time for caution, and a wise man understanding which is called for
She walks in beauty like the night,Of cloudless climes and starry skies;All that's best of dark and bright，Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。
Come,my friends,Tis not too late to seek a newer world,For my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset，And though we are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven,That which we are, we are;-- One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield。
Teach me to love? Go teach thyself more wit,I chief professor am of it，The god of love, if such a thing there be, may learn to love from me.
I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately,I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, To put to rout all that was not life, and not when I had come to die, Discover that I had not lived.
I see a sweetness in her smile,Blight light shines from her eyes,But life is complete; contentment is mine, Just knowing that... just knowing that she's alive。
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation.
We must constantly look at things in a different way.
To mount the scaffolds,To advance to the muzzle of guns with perfect nonchalance.
I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.