To write poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric.

如果你发现自己在想 "咦，我的好刀呢？”或者“我的好笔在哪里？" 这意味着你有的是坏的东西。把坏的扔掉吧。

To feel much for others and little for ourselves； to restrain our selfishness and exercise our benevolent affections， constitute the perfection of human nature.

The revolution is made through human beings, but individuals must forge their revolutionary spirit day by day.

每个人都会有一次迷失自我。重要的是如何从中恢复。