我相信你的爱」让这句话作为我最后的话。

I believe that we are lost here in America, but I believe we shall be found.

Mental activity is always directed toward some end.

I think it is in the nature of poetry to be always hinting at something beyond what is actually said.

When he looked into her dark eyes, and saw that her lips were poised between a laugh and silence, he learned the most important part of the language that all the world spoke—the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their heart. It was love.