"The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes."
我们都在寻找某样东西,但我们并不总是知道那是什么。
夏天的飞鸟,飞到我窗前唱歌,又飞去了。秋天的黄叶,他们没有什麽可唱的,只是叹息一声,飞落在那里。
Singing is about expressing what cannot be said in words.
"Books are the best teachers."
但幸福除了一个人和他所过的生活之间的简单和谐之外,还有什么呢?