"The world is full of stories, and every story is a world in itself."

《关睢》这首诗，快乐而不过分，哀婉而不伤恸。

没有艺术；没有文学；没有社会；最糟糕的是，持续的恐惧和暴死的危险；人的生活孤独、贫困、卑污、残忍而短寿。

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

"The best writing is both personal and universal."