译文:每次见到贫寒的读书人,快要发达时,脸上一定有一片谦和之光散发出来。
"I write to escape the world, but I always end up describing it."
The poem is a way of holding on to what otherwise would be lost.
The right of nature... is the liberty each man hath, to use his own power, as he will himself, for the preservation of his own nature; that is to say, of his own life.
The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.