I must confess that I never could see any beauty in her. Her face is too thin; her complexion has no brilliancy; and her features are not at all handsome. Her nose wants character; there is nothing marked in its lines. Her teeth are tolerable, but not out of the common way; and as for her eyes, which have sometimes been called so fine, I could never see anything extraordinary in them.

艺术不应该仅仅是奢侈品。

每首诗都是写给世界的情书，即使它讲述的是痛苦。

The only limit to our realization of tomorrow is our doubts of today.

我不需要地图，我开辟自己的道路。