You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, back home to romantic love, back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame, back home to exile, to escape to Europe and some foreign land, back home to lyricism, to singing just for singing's sake, back home to aestheticism, to one's youthful idea of 'art' and beauty, back home to the ivory tower, back home to places in the country, to the cottage in Bermuda, away from all the strife and conflict of the world, back home to the father you have lost and have been looking for, back home to someone who can help you, save you, ease the burden for you, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time—back home to the escapes of Time and Memory.
Taught from infancy that beauty is woman's sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.
Life is like a piano. The white keys represent happiness and the black keys show sadness. But as you go through life's journey, remember that the black keys also create music.
I therefore have decided to read only the writings of men who have been executed or have risked their lives in some way.
我的观察是每当某个任务一个人就可以完成… 两个人就会做得更差,三个或更多人时则几乎没什么行动。
质量从来不是偶然的;它始终是智慧努力的结果。
记忆是件奇怪的事。它的运作方式和我以为的不同。我们不是在回忆,而是在重写记忆,就像历史被重写一样。回忆就是重塑,就是重新想象。