The mind， both in so far as it understands， and in so far as it imagines， is passive.
文明是一條有岸的河流。河流有時(shí)充滿了人們殺戮、偷竊、喊叫和做歷史學(xué)家通常記錄的事情的血，而在岸上，不被注意，人們建造家園，做愛(ài)，撫養(yǎng)孩子，唱歌，寫詩(shī)，甚至雕刻雕像。文明的故事是發(fā)生在岸上的故事。
文學(xué)是將文字轉(zhuǎn)化為情感的藝術(shù)。
愛(ài)是永恒的寬恕行為，是化作習(xí)慣的溫柔凝視。
The greatest wisdom is knowing that you know nothing.
We are all prisoners of our desires, and the key to our cell is in our own hands.