A picture held us captive. And we could not get outside it, for it lay in our language and language seemed to repeat it to us inexorably.
他说,世界的规律是开花然后凋零,但在人类的事务中没有衰落,他表达的正午预示着黑夜的来临。他的精神在成就的巅峰就已耗尽。他的全盛时期同时也是他黯淡的开始,他白昼的黄昏。
我只想知道我将在哪里死去,这样我就永远不会去那里。
穷人的时间总被廉价出售,却永远买不到时间。
The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from tree,the tree gave it.