The past is a shadow that follows you into the future.

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!

The only limit to our realization of tomorrow is our doubts of today.

文学是对现实最美丽的报复。

不懈的努力不是力量或智慧，而是打开潜能的钥匙。

我写作是为了理解这个世界。