A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

但我爱她，她可以褪色，可以萎谢，怎样都可以；但我只看她一眼，万般柔情，涌上心头。

"A book is a mirror: if an ape looks into it, an apostle is unlikely to look out."

人类的灵魂需要真正的美，比需要面包更甚。