悲傷是一座房子，那里的椅子已忘了如何支撐我們，鏡子忘了如何映照我們，墻壁忘了如何包容我們。
The knowledge of the circumstances of which we must make use never exists in concentrated or integrated form, but solely as the dispersed bits of incomplete and frequently contradictory knowledge which all the separate individuals possess.
There is no way you can live an adequate life without making mistakes.
The moment you start to think about style, you're lost.
釋義：世間繁雜的事情看之不盡，天下的書籍讀之不盡，世界的道理參悟不盡。