We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.

自私性是一种自爱，怜悯心是一种他爱。一个人想要得到他人的爱，他自己首先应具备爱人之心。

Poetry is the language of the soul, spoken in the rhythm of the heart.

理论物理学之于数学，犹如雕塑之于大理石块。

最危险的敌人往往是我们自己。

人生当作短暂虚幻的梦境，可是如果梦不是梦呢？那么人生怎么办呢？就把它当做是梦。