The heart of a poet is a mirror that reflects the beauty and the pain of the world.
诗人的心是一面镜子,反映世界的美丽和痛苦。
The universe would look to a two-dimensional creature who spend its life moving on the service of what turned out to be a globe, it could travel for millions of years and would always return to its starting point, it would never be conscious of what was above it or beneath it.
The problem isn't that Johnny can't read. The problem isn't even that Johnny can't think. The problem is that Johnny doesn't know what thinking is; he confuses it with feeling.
当你需要知识就像你在水底需要空气时,你准能得到它。