出自汉·桓宽《盐铁论·相刺》。释义:碎玉满箱,算不得拥有财宝;读了几箱子的书,也不等于就掌握了其中的道理。
每一颗播种的种子都是对未来的承诺。
时间没有分界线来标记它的流逝,从不会有雷暴或号角声宣告新的月份或年份的开始。
The true artist will let his wife starve, his children go barefoot, his mother drudge for his living at seventy, sooner than work at anything but his art.
I'd get this good feeling about all the things that I could be. And then I never became any of them.
当时我有种能成为任何栋梁之才的感觉,但结果什么也没成。