The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
"We are all exiles from our childhoods."
我认为音乐中最美好的时刻是你完全感到惊讶的时候。
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.