从我巨大的悲伤中,我创作出我的小歌谣。
Out of my own great woe I make my little songs.
不平等并非不可避免,它是政策选择的结果。
Love is the world's infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit up in it.
世界充满了神奇的事物,耐心地等待着我们的感官变得更加敏锐。
The creative act is not pure. History evidences it. Sociology extracts it. The writer loses Eden, writes to be read and comes to realize that he is answerable.