四月是最残忍的月份,从死去的土地里培育出丁香,把回忆和欲望混合,又用春雨搅动迟钝的根芽。
The eye through which I see God is the same eye through which God sees me; my eye and God's eye are one eye, one seeing, one knowing, one love.
The telling of beautiful untrue things, is the proper aim of Art.
I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of not trying.