译文:哪个时代没有奇才?只是他们被遗弃在荒野之中。
Poetry is perhaps what teaches us to nurture the charming illusion: how to be reborn out of ourselves over and over again, and use words to construct a better world, a fictitious world that enables us to sign a pact for a permanent and comprehensive peace ... with life.
The only way to get better is to keep doing it.
The only meaningful way to study learning is through objective measurement.
Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform.