人心如同天渊,心的本体无所不包。
Every building is a kind of confession.
Everything is connected, everything.
The true value of farming lies not just in the harvest, but in the legacy we leave for future generations.
No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear, and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.