One loses, as one grows older, something of the lightness of one's dream; one begins to take life up in both hands, and to care more for the fruit than the flower.

（奈何一个人随着年龄增长，梦想便不复轻盈。他开始用双手掂量生活，更看重果实而非花朵。——叶芝）

We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.

（我们看错了世界，却说世界欺骗了我们。）

Love is merely a madness。

（爱情不过是一种疯狂。——莎士比亚）