在和平时期，儿子埋葬父亲。在战争中，父亲埋葬儿子。
Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.
The body forgets, but the soul remembers.
To create is to participate in the transformation of the world.
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
