接近精神世界的唯一途径是通过敬畏之门。
The world is a place of the living, and the dead have no place in it. The dead are nothing. They are not even a memory.
独裁滋生恐惧，恐惧滋生沉默，沉默滋生压迫。
The best lies are the ones we tell ourselves.
If memories had a smell, it would be the fragrance of camphor, sweet and secure, like clearly remembered happiness, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow.
只有当我们认识到，被颂扬了几个世纪的理性是思想最顽固的敌人时，思考才开始。