我不是受害者，我是战士。
I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.
我们今天种植的每一棵树都是为我们永远不会见到的后代留下的遗产。
——《我的回忆》（1911年11月中旬）
我不完美，但我完全是我自己。
We’re in the business of chaos and the art of subtraction.
诗歌是表达无法言说之物的艺术。
It is to the credit of human nature, that, except where its selfishness is brought into play, it loves more readily than it hates.
