The gift of language is the single human trait that marks us all genetically, setting us apart from the rest of life.

写诗就是用文字捕捉生命的本质。

I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use—silence, exile, and cunning.

将橘柚佳树砍伐，却栽植苦桃恶木。可叹修美的翠竹，孤零零江边独处。

我死时唯一的遗憾就是如果不是为了爱而死。