只有我拥有这场野蛮游行的钥匙。
The stranger is close to us, insofar as we feel between him and ourselves common features of a national, social, occupational, or generally human, nature. He is far from us, insofar as these common features extend beyond him or us, and connect us only because they connect a great many people.
Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.
If something is too hard, we move on to something else.What could be more simpler than that?