The poet is the painter of the soul.
How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life.
大的心灵正多么喜悦,为了它献出和将献出的一切。
哲学是一门苦行僧的学科。
在这个巨大的因果链中,没有一个事实可以被孤立地考虑。