The poet’s job is to put into words those feelings we all have that are so deep, so important, and yet so difficult to name.

I'm not a concert, I'm a opera.

The future of food depends on our ability to balance productivity with responsibility.

I don’t like to lose—at anything—yet I’ve grown most not from victories, but setbacks.

当他未得到官职的时候，唯恐得不到；已经得到了官职，又唯恐丢失掉。假若害怕丢失掉，便什么坏事都能干出来。

He was born with his foot in his mouth

Ler é descobrir novos horizontes sem sair do lugar.

If memories had a smell, it would be the fragrance of camphor, sweet and secure, like clearly remembered happiness, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow.