心灵
The poem is a canvas upon which the mind can paint.
The poem is an act of the mind, not a transcription of the world.
The poem is an act of the mind, not a transcription of the world.
The body remembers what the mind forgets.
A true friend is the one who holds your hand and touches your heart.
Love is space and time measured by the heart.
The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
Love is space and time measured by the heart.
Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.