时间从我们头顶飞过,但留下了它的影子。
你能写出真相的唯一方法就是假设你写下的东西永远不会被读到。
Le ciel est, par-dessus le toit, / Si bleu, si calme!
It's on the strength of observation and reflection that one finds a way. So we must dig and delve unceasingly.
You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else.