诗歌之美在于：它说出了无法言说之事。
The beauty of poetry: that it says what cannot be said.
灵魂被放置在身体里，就像一颗粗糙的钻石，必须经过打磨，否则它的光泽永远不会显现。
No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.
语言不仅仅是交流的工具，也是通往灵魂的桥梁。
我不让恐惧控制我，我让它挑战我。
伟大的沙漠为了绿叶的爱而燃烧，而她摇摇头、笑著、飞走了。
Will you wilt under criticism， or will you follow your convictions？