我将无法再写任何东西。我没有什么可说的了。

Poetry is perhaps what teaches us to nurture the charming illusion: how to be reborn out of ourselves over and over again, and use words to construct a better world, a fictitious world that enables us to sign a pact for a permanent and comprehensive peace ... with life.

今天我们种下的每一棵树，都是留给素未谋面的后代的遗产。

Life is short, make it sweet.

过去从未死去，它甚至不是过去。

我们在林业方面成功的真正衡量标准是我们为子孙后代留下的东西，而不仅仅是我们的季度报告。