The individual is the only reality. The further we move away from the individual toward abstract ideas about Homo sapiens, the more likely we are to fall into error.
Love is the world's infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit up in it.
译文:柔肠早已寸断,泪水止不住地流。为了相思,我再次登上小红楼。明知心上人已被群山阻隔,却还是不由自主地频频倚靠栏杆,望向他离去的方向。
始终保持你的刀锋利,你的智慧更锋利,你的精神最锋利。