不经历风雨，怎么见彩虹。
No rain， no rainbow.
人生没有如果，只有结果和后果。
To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.
The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled.
我认为音乐是一种人人都能理解的语言。
唯一能拯救我们的是停止害怕。
上帝在他的爱里吻着“有涯”，而人却吻着“无涯”。