世界是一个迷宫，我们都在试图找到出路。

"What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music."

The secret of living is to own a convertible and a lake...If the sun is shining, you can rid around in your convertible and be happy...If it starts to rain, it won't spoil your day because you can just say, 'Oh, well, the rain will fill up my lake!'"”

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

意识并非实体，而是过程。