To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!
A person must go through hard work to achieve something.
The true value of a tree isn't in its board feet, but in its roots and reach.
我创作艺术是为了理解世界和我在其中的位置。
疾病是生命的阴暗面,一种更沉重的公民身份。每个出生的人都持有双重国籍,在健康王国和疾病王国中。
The pursuit of science is more than the pursuit of understanding. It is the pursuit of a kind of wisdom that comes from knowing how much we do not know.