"Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much."
These young guys are playing checkers. I’m out there playing chess.
The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel is the one bright book of life.
如果你能够以完全无用的方式度过一个完全无用的下午，那么你已经学会了如何生活。
灵魂只需要一件事：做身体正在做的事。
The only way to do great work is to love what you do.
理性预期假说并不意味着人们能完美预测未来；它意味着人们不会犯系统性错误。
在一个充满仇恨的世界，我们仍须勇于希望。在一个充满愤怒的世界，我们仍须勇于安慰。在一个充满绝望的世界，我们仍须勇于梦想。在一个充满猜忌的世界，我们仍须勇于相信。
The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.