他们说夜莺唱歌时是把荆棘刺入自己的胸膛。
我们也是如此。否则我们又如何歌唱呢？
They say the nightingale pieres his bosom with a thorn when he sings his love sog.
So do we all. How else should we sing?

If you would possess you must not claim.
倘若你想拥有，就切莫苛求。

每个男人都爱两个女人，一个是他想象出来的，一个尚未出生。
Every man loves two women; the one is the creation of his imagination, and the other is not yet born.

In truth you owe naught to any man.You owe all to all men.
事实上你不欠任何个人的帐。你欠所有人的全部。

只有内心藏有秘密的人才能参透我们心中的秘密。
Only those with secrets in their hearts could divine the secrets in our hearts.

Wo choose our joys and our sorrows long before wo experience them.
远在经历悲欢之前，我们就已选择了它们。

悲哀是衡亘在两所花园间的一堵隔墙。
Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

我们最神圣的泪水永不从我们的眼里流出。
Our most cacred tears never seek our eyes.

What we long for and cannot attain is dearer than what we have already attained.
得不到的永远在骚动

你也许会忘记和你同欢笑的人，但你永不会忘记和你同哭泣的人。
You may forget the one with whom you have laughed, but never the one with whom you have wept.

或许，阅读在这个世界上最合适，最深刻的方式。是在阴暗中，或是闭上双眼去阅读。

他形容自己在同奴性战斗，
可他却是自己思想的奴仆。

政客不只有一条舌头，也许这不是什么问题。
问题在于他不只有两只手。

今天，低头是风，
灰尘高高在上。