树下一卷诗，一壶酒，一块面包——还有你在我身旁在荒野中歌唱——哦，荒野就是天堂了！
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!
Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.
梦想家只能在月光下找到他的路，他的惩罚是比其他人更早看到黎明。
权力不会腐蚀。恐惧会腐蚀……也许是对失去权力的恐惧。
The photograph is literally an emanation of the referent. From a real body, which was there, proceed radiations which ultimately touch me, who am here.