把这一句，留给此刻的你
The love of our neighbour is the only door out of the dungeon of self, where we mope and mow, striking sparks, and rubbing phosphorescence out of the walls, and blowing our own breath in our own nostrils, instead of issuing to the fair sunlight of God, the sweet winds of the universe.
的爱我们的邻居是唯一一门地牢的自我,我们忧郁和割,惊人的火花,摩擦和磷光的墙壁,在自己的鼻孔吹自己的呼吸,而不是发行上帝的公平的阳光,宇宙的甜美风。