我喊出我野性的狂叫，站在世界屋脊上。
I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
世界是一本书，我们都是它的读者和作者。
真理是智慧的果实。