April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
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。
"Literature is the expression of a feeling of deprivation, a recourse against a sense of something missing."
一个人越是忘记自己——通过投身于一项事业或爱另一个人——他就越是人性化。
行动是正确的,因为它们倾向于促进幸福;错误是因为它们倾向于产生与幸福相反的结果。