我們實(shí)現(xiàn)明天的唯一限制將是我們今天的疑慮。
The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today.
我們不想創(chuàng)造紀(jì)念碑，而是創(chuàng)造生活的場(chǎng)所。
流放這件事想起來(lái)奇怪地引人入勝，但經(jīng)歷起來(lái)卻很可怕。
Memory is a wound that never heals, and literature is the bandage we put on it.
The only way to do great work is to love what you do.