诗人是世界悲伤的镜子。
Dictatorship and authentic literature are incompatible. One must die for the other to survive.
The right of nature...is the liberty each man hath to use his own power as he will himself for the preservation of his own nature.
I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they’d once belonged to the sea.
我想起我那堆旧平装书，书页已经变得松软，仿佛它们曾经属于大海。
释义：身体没有受到饥饿和寒冷的痛苦，这是上天不曾亏待我；若是我的学问无所进步，我有何颜面去面对上天呢?
