The present is the point at which the future crumbles into the past.

文学是一种通过说谎来讲述真相的艺术。

Memory was in this respect similar to anticipation: an instrument of simplification and selection.

The human soul is the result of the balance of Love and Strife within the body.

我认为当你爱一个人时，你必须准备好失去他们。