There are three things I have always loved and never understood—art, music, and women.
你看，你看見那邊的麥田了嗎？我不吃麥子，那對我沒用，可是你有一頭金發(fā)，麥子使我想起你，我甚至?xí)凵巷L(fēng)吹麥浪的聲音。
The mystery of the room is in the play of light.
最嚴(yán)重的罪行不是以邪惡的名義犯下的，而是以善的名義犯下的。
The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.