要是我梦见你爱我，你休怪，休要迁怒于睡眠；你的爱只在梦乡存在，醒来，我空余泪眼。

It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.

Traveling is for me a source of rejuvenating vitality.

I was poor white trash, no glitter, no glamour.

We are the temporary custodians of an ancient genetic legacy.