The writer is a spiritual anarchist, as in the depth of his soul every man is. He is discontented with everything and everybody. The writer is everybody's scapegoat and everybody's prophet.

The past is not dead. It is not even past.

You can only find out what you actually believe (rather than what you think you believe) by watching how you act. You simply don’t know what you believe, before that. You are too complex to understand yourself.

最痛苦的并非痛苦本身，而是孤独地承受痛苦。

We are moving from an economy based on the production of goods to one based on the production of information.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.