译文:东西长得太快容易早衰,成功来得太突然往往垮得也快。
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!
我们都是自己的监狱,自己的狱卒。
The gods to their dear shelter take you, maid, That justly think'st, and hast most rightly said!
我们旅行不是为了逃避生活,而是为了生活不逃避我们。
Beware of the Turing tar-pit in which everything is possible but nothing of interest is easy.