我们如海鸥之与波涛相遇似地，遇见了，走近了。海鸥飞去，波涛滚滚地流开，我们也分别了。
Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near. The seagulls fly off,the waves roll away and we depart.
自由是心灵的状态，获取它的最好方式是培育它。
The real tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self-denial.
我们听到的言语暗示了我们没有听到的东西。
每天我都发现越来越多的美好事物，这足以让人疯狂。我有如此强烈的欲望去做所有事情。
Man is not logical and his intellectual history is a record of mental reserves and compromises. He hangs on to what he can in his old beliefs even when he is compelled to surrender their logical basis.
