A rich man's body is like a premium cotton pillow, white and soft and blank. Ours are different. My father's spine was a knotted rope, and the skin on his chest was so thin that you could see the ribs pressing out against it.
富人的身体就像一个高级棉枕头，白而软且空白。我们的则不同。我父亲的脊椎像一根打结的绳子，他胸前的皮肤薄得可以看到肋骨压出来的痕迹。
在未来，人们将不再被劳动异化，而是被休闲异化。
When the mind that is subtle goes out through the brain and the sense-organs, the gross names and forms appear; when it stays in the heart, the names and forms disappear.
在爱情中我们都是傻瓜。