The habit of reading is the only enjoyment in which there is no alloy; it lasts when all other pleasures fade.
We all owe death a life.
世界是一个舞台,但观众已经死了。
杀死他的父亲然后奖赏他的儿子,与吃他的儿子然后再奖赏他的父亲有什么不同呢?
Literature is a fire that burns within us, a fire that consumes and purifies, a fire that illuminates and warms.