Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart's blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.

Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart's blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.

我们的生活经验，固定在格言中，僵化成冰冷的警句。当我们写的时候，我们的心的血变成了暗淡的墨水。

-- F. H. Bradley F.H.布拉德利