樵夫的斧頭向樹要柄，樹便給了它。
The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from tree,the tree gave it.
即使是最少量的酒精也會(huì)驅(qū)散那些令清醒研究者欣喜的微妙靈感。
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. Medicine, law, business, engineering: these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love...these are what we stay alive for.
We are all walking around with an evolutionary user's manual in our heads, but most people don't realize it.