No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
没有艺术；没有文学；没有社会；最糟糕的是，持续不断的恐惧和暴力死亡的威胁；人的生活孤独、贫困、肮脏、野蛮而短暂。
Writing is the art of making the invisible visible.
爱是充实了的生命，正如盛满了酒的酒杯。
The only thing I can rely on is my own perception, and that is always changing.
It’s not given to human beings to have such talent that they can just know everything about everything all the time. But it is given to human beings who work hard at it — who look and sift the world for a mispriced bet — that they can occasionally find one.
Never be afraid of the moments-thus sings the voice of the everlasting .
