Nobody wants to be this strenuous thing: an individual; it demands an effort.

Every flower in Provence knows my name, and I know the secret of each petal.

Chance is a word void of sense; nothing can exist without a cause.

解释：能吞下船的大鱼，不会在细浅的溪水里遨游；在天空高飞的鸿鹄，不会在肮脏的水池栖息。

"There are no hard distinctions between what is real and what is unreal, nor between what is true and what is false."

我们已经看到最和蔼的人最终如何被磨损。