Though the water running in the fountain be every one's, yet who can doubt, but that in the pitcher is his only who drew it out?

城市是集体的艺术品。

译文：白云斜斜地挂在蔚蓝的天空上，独自登上高处心中一片怅然。遥想家乡像什么呢?在那杂乱山峰的深处，一片翠绿如烟。

The only way to achieve sustainable growth is to embrace change and challenge the status quo.

写作是一种社会认可的精神分裂症形式。

我为我所信仰的东西挺身而出，我不会退缩。

The personal is political, and the political is personal.