The past is not dead, it is not even past.

Sometimes the simplest questions lead to the deepest theories.

诗人真正的祖国是他的语言。

你以为这些永远不会发生在你身上，不可能发生在你身上，你是世界上唯一一个这些事都不会发生的人，然后，一件接一件，它们开始发生在你身上，就像发生在其他所有人身上一样。

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.

In the end, we all are human.