I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape—the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.
我更喜欢冬天和秋天,那时你能感受到风景的骨架——它的孤独,冬天的死寂。有些东西在下面等待着,整个故事并未完全展现。
当你评判别人时,你不是在定义他们,而是在定义自己。
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate open。
万物充满了神秘。
To be a moral human being is to pay, be obliged to pay, certain kinds of attention.
他就像一个在公园里无忧无虑漫步的人一样,好像穿着一件隐形的外套,可以屏蔽监狱里的纷扰。