When once the itch of literature comes over a man, nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen. But if you have not a pen, I suppose you must scratch any way you can.

  • -- Samuel Lover 塞缪尔情人

一旦一个人产生了对文学的渴望,除了钢笔的刮擦,什么也治不好。但是如果你没有笔,我想你必须想尽办法去抓。

相关名言

A man who as a physical being is always turned toward the outside, thinking that his happiness lies outside him, finally turns inward and discovers that the source is within him.

一个人,作为一个身体上的存在,总是朝向外部,认为他的幸福就在他的外部,最后转向内心,发现源头就在他的内心。

Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas!

哦,文学,哦,光荣的艺术,它是如何吞噬我们骨髓的。它从我们身上挖出填充物,把我们扔到一边。唉!

Truth never comes into the world but like a bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her birth.

真理从来不会来到这个世界上,而是像一个私生子一样,带着她出生的那个人的耻辱来到这个世界上。

The love of a man is like a drop of color into something clear.

对一个人的爱,就像一滴彩色的水滴在清澈的物体上。