The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.

  • -- Georg Buchner 毕希纳

死亡的时钟在我们的胸中慢慢地滴答作响,每一滴血都在测量它的时间,我们的生命是一场挥之不去的高烧。

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Middle age is Janus-faced. As we look back on our accomplishments and our failures to achieve the things we wanted, we look ahead to the time we have left to us. Our children are gaining life, and our parents are losing it.

中年是双面人。当我们回顾我们所取得的成就和我们在实现我们想要的东西上的失败时,我们会展望我们剩下的时间。我们的孩子正在获得生命,而我们的父母正在失去生命。

The recollection of how, when and where it all happened became vague as the lingering strains hung in the rafters of the studio. I wanted to shout back at it, Maybe I didn't write you, but I found you.

随着挥之不去的紧张气氛悬挂在画室的椽子上,一切是如何、何时、何地发生的记忆变得模糊起来。我想大声反驳,也许我没有写信给你,但我找到了你。

Act only according to that maxim whereby you can at the same time will that it should become a universal law.

只有按照那句格言行事,你才能同时希望它成为一条普遍的法则。