The stranger is an element of the group itself, not unlike the poor and sundry 'inner enemies'—an element whose membership within the group involves both being outside it and confronting it.

The mystery of the room is in the play of light.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

我们读诗写诗并不是因为它好玩。我们读诗写诗是因为我们是人类的一分子。而人类是充满激情的。没错、医学、法律、商业、工程，这些都是崇高的追求，足以支撑人的一生。但诗歌...美丽、浪漫、爱情...这些才是我们生活的意义。

Only art is capable of dismantling the repressive effects of a senile social system.

The lightning that precedes the thunder is a common image of the warnings that come before calamity.