Even as a child she had lived her own small life within herself. At a very early period she had apprehended instinctively the dual life - that outward existence which conforms, the inward life which questions.
她还是个孩子的时候，心里就过着自己的小生活。在很早的时候，她就本能地理解了双重的生命——符合的外在存在，质疑的内在生活。
We are all prisoners of our own memories.
War is an ugly thing， but not the ugliest of things； the decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse.
许多当代作家喝的东西比写的还要多。