我能计算天体运行的轨迹，但无法计算人类的疯狂。

不是关于能够做某事，而是关于能够做好它。

Poetry is perhaps what teaches us to nurture the charming illusion: how to be reborn out of ourselves over and over again, and use words to construct a better world, a fictitious world that enables us to sign a pact for a permanent and comprehensive peace ... with life.

You pray for rain, you gotta deal with the mud too. That's a part of it.