最终，我们都在寻找一个属于我们的地方。

The clouds over the land now rose like mountains, and the coast was only a long green line with the gray blue hills behind it. The water was a dark blue now, so dark that it was almost purple.

现在，这个世界上剩下孤零零的我一个人了。除了我和我的影子，再也没有兄弟、邻里、伙伴。

最个人的东西就是最具创造性的。

书籍是镜子：你只能从中看到你内心已有的东西。

我们都是某种手艺的学徒，而没人能成为大师。

To find out what one is fitted to do, and to secure an opportunity to do it, is the key to happiness.