译文:思念那个人,就到了他的家乡;他的故乡还在,他的人已经逝去了。
The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
艺术家是他时代的孩子,但如果他也是时代的门徒,甚至是时代的宠儿,那他就倒霉了。
In the end, we only regret the chances we didn't take.
撒谎的麻烦在于你必须记住一切。
Where liberty dwells, there is my country.