寫作是賦予我們思想生命的一種方式。
The stranger is close to us, insofar as we feel between him and ourselves common features of a national, social, occupational, or generally human, nature. He is far from us, insofar as these common features extend beyond him or us, and connect us only because they connect a great many people.
The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms.
我的音樂是我的日記，記錄我的喜怒哀樂。
科學(xué)要求一個人付出他的一生。