我不是语言,我是声音。
I'm not a language, I'm a sound.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
决不要害怕刹那――永恒之声这样唱着。
I have to be alone very often. I'd be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That's how I refuel.
思想的存在是为了服务行动,而不仅仅是反映现实。
仓库里没有积蓄备用的粮食,一旦遇到饥荒之年,就很难应付了。
It is not a language's weakness but its strengths that control the gradient of its change: Alas, a language never escapes its embryonic sac.