Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.
在我们视野所及中,人类存在的唯一目的,是在纯粹存在的黑暗中燃起一点光亮。
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. Medicine, law, business, engineering: these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love...these are what we stay alive for.