A writer's life is a highly vulnerable, almost naked activity. We don't have to weep about that. The writer makes his choice and is stuck with it. But it is true to say that you are open to all the winds, some of them icy indeed. You are out on your own, out on a limb. You find no shelter, no protection — unless you lie — in which case of course you have constructed your own protection and, it could be argued, become a politician.
我们就是我们思考的样子。我们的一切都源于我们的思想。我们用思想创造世界。
解释：河水成冰，不是一日的寒冷所致；积土成为高山，不是须臾的工夫就能完成。
除非你相信对世界的知识以及由此产生的力量对人类具有内在价值，否则你不可能成为科学家。