The melancholy science from which I make this offering to my friend relates to a region that from time immemorial was regarded as the true field of philosophy, but which, since the latter's conversion into method, has lapsed into intellectual neglect, sententious whimsy, and finally oblivion.

肮脏的小秘密是，你不必是个好人也能成为伟大的艺术家。

伟大的沙漠为了绿叶的爱而燃烧，而她摇摇头、笑著、飞走了。

诗人是一个在他有生之年就能成为所有人死后都想成为的人。