The past is a shadow that follows us, always present, always influencing our steps.

The time which we have at our disposal every day is elastic; the passions that we feel expand it, those that we inspire contract it.

译文：明亮的月光掠过枝头，惊飞了树上的喜鹊;清凉的夜风中，半夜里蝉儿发出阵阵鸣叫。在稻花的香气里，人们谈论着丰收的年景，耳边传来一片青蛙的叫声。

I’m not afraid of falling, I’m afraid of the fear of falling.

The purpose of abstraction is not to be vague, but to create a new semantic level in which one can be absolutely precise.