He said that the way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. His meridian is at once his darkening and the evening of his day.

我唯一的竞争对手是我自己。

我喜欢梦的逻辑。

The poet is the one who names the unnameable.