这寡独的黄昏,幕着雾与雨,我在我的心的孤寂里,感觉到它的叹息。
唯一的出路是向内走。
The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, and wiser people so full of doubts.
To be happy, I must have my books and a piece of sky.