The more we try to control the world, the more it slips through our fingers.

"What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music."

世界上充满了显而易见的事物，却没有人注意到它们。

优雅不是可有可无的奢侈品，而是决定成功与失败的品质。