有时候最简单的旋律最有力量。

I do not like proper novels. In proper novels people say things like, ‘I am veined with iron, with silver and with streaks of common mud. I cannot contract into the firm fist which those clench who do not depend on stimulus.’ What does this mean? I do not know. Nor does Father. Nor do the people who write these books.

Happiness is not a matter of intensity but of balance, order, rhythm and harmony.

The great use of life is to spend it for some thing that overlasts it.

质量不是选择；它是要求。