The true genius shudders at incompleteness — and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it ought to be.
Do noble things, do not dream them all day long.
译文:古庙里黄叶堆积,寒雨萧瑟;青山上的荒坟笼罩着白云。为什么自从离开朱仙镇,就再也没听到岳飞将军胜利的消息?
Exile is strangely compelling to think about but terrible to experience.