我看到一切。这是我的诅咒。
A city’s architecture should reflect its soul.
I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell."
The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.