一个人没有赤子之心的人是无法写出这些句子的，更无法写出《夜莺与玫瑰》这样感人至深的童话。人性复杂难测，不是简单的好坏能概括的。
To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.
爱自己是一个人一生浪漫的开始
We are all in the gutter，but some of us are looking at the stars.
我们都生活在阴沟里，但仍有人仰望星空。
I don't want to earn my living；I want to live.
我不想谋生；我想生活。
The heart was made to be broken.
心是用来碎的。
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
浪漫的精髓就在于它充满种种可能。
Women are meant to be loved，not to be understood.
女人是用来被爱的，不是用来被理解的。
Everyone is born king，and most people die in exile.
每个人生来都是君王，但大多数在流亡中死去。
If I may not write beautiful books，I may at least read beautiful books ，and what joy can be greater？
即使没有写出好书来，至少也可以读些好书，还有比这更令人愉悦的事吗？
Don't be afraid of the past. If people tell you that it is irrevocable，don't believe them.
不要惧怕过去。如果人们告诉你说过去的事情无可挽回，别相信他们。
A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight，and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
梦想家只能在月光下找到前进的方向，他为此遭受的惩罚是比所有人提前看到曙光。
My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or other of us has to go.
墙纸越来越破，而我越来越老，两者之间总有一个要先消失。——1900年11月30日，于左岸旅店，他的遗言。
What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise
看似痛苦的试炼的往往是伪装的祝福。
At all costs I must keep love in my heart. If I go into prison without love what will become of my soul？
不管怎样，我心中必须存着爱，要是不带着爱进监狱，那我的灵魂该怎么办？
There is no prison in any world into which Love cannot force an entrance.
任何世界的任何一座囚牢，爱都能破门而入。
Sorrow is a wood that bleeds when any hand but that of Love touches it and even then must bleed again ，though not for pain.
悲怆是一道伤口，除了爱的手，别的手一碰就会流血，甚至爱的手碰了，也必定会流血的，虽然不是因为疼。
I remember the street or river down which we passed，the wall or woodland that surrounded us，at what figure on the dial stood the hand of the clock，which way went the wings of the wind，the shape and colour of the moon.
我记着我们到过的街道和河流，四周的墙壁和树林，时钟的针正指着哪一点，风正吹向哪一面，月色月影又是什么模样。
I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat，a bit of decoration to charm his vanity，an ornament for a summer‘s day.
我觉得我把自己的整个心灵都给了一个人，这个人却把它当作插在上衣纽孔上的一朵花，当作一件满足虚荣心的装饰品对待，只供夏天一日只用。
She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses. But in all my garden there is no red rose.
她说过只要我送给她一些红玫瑰，她就愿意与我跳舞。可是在我的花园里，连一朵红玫瑰也没有。
Be happy；you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight，and stain it with my own heart’s blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover，for Love is wiser than Philosophy，though he is wise，and mightier than Power，though he is mighty. Flame-coloured are his wings，and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as homey，and his breath is like frankincense.“
你要快乐啊，你会得到红玫瑰的。我会用我月光下的歌声使它成长，用我心脏的血为它提供滋养。我这样做，不为什么，只为让你成为一个真正深情的人。哲学虽智，但爱，却要比哲学更智；权力虽强，但爱，却要比权力更强。火焰是她的双翅，炙热是她的躯体。她的双唇似蜜甘甜，她的气息似乳芬芳。
Don't squander the gold of your days，listening to the tedious，trying to improve the hopeless failure，or giving away your life to the ignorant，the common，and the vulgar. These are the sickly aims，the false ideals，of our age. Live！Live the wonderful life that is in you！Let nothing be lost upon you.
不要浪费宝贵的光阴去恭听沉闷的说教，去挽救那不可挽救的失败，去把自己的生命用在那些愚昧、平淡和庸俗的事情上。这些都是我们时代的病态的目的，虚妄的思想！生活吧！让你身上美妙的生命之花怒放吧！
Your defect was not that you knew so little about life，but that you knew so much. The morning dawn of boyhood with its delicate bloom，its clear pure light，its joy of innocence and expectation you had left far behind. With very swift and running feet you had passed from Romance to Realism. The gutter and the things that live in it had begun to fascinate you.
你的毛病不是少不更事，而是对生活懂得太多。少男岁月如晨曦初露，如鲜花初绽，可那纯洁清澈的光辉，那纯真向往的欢乐，已被你远远抛于脑后了。你脚步飞快的，早已从”浪漫“跑到了”现实”，迷上了这儿的阴沟以及生活在里边的东西。
Life is not governed by will or intention. Life is a question of nerves，and fibres，and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams. You may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky，a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it，a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again，a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play--I tell you that it is on things like these that our lives depend.
生活不是由意志或愿望驾驭的。生活取决于神经纤维、慢慢构成的脑细胞，思想就在那里藏身，欲望就在那里酝酿。你自以为高枕无忧，无所畏惧，但只要偶然看到一间屋子里或早晨天空的色调，嗅到某种为你所喜爱和令人依稀想起往事的异香，无意间读到早已忘怀的一首诗中的某一行，听到你久已不演奏的某一作品的某一片段——告诉你吧，凡此种种，都会影响我们的生活。
Ordinary riches can be stolen，real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.
平常的财宝会被偷走，而真正的财富则不会。你灵魂里无限珍贵的东西是无法被夺走的。
What is a cynic？A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.
一个愤世嫉俗的人知道所有东西的价格，却不知道任何东西的价值。
Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.
每个圣人都有过去，每个罪人都有未来。
To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist，that is all.
生活是世上最罕见的事情，大多数人只是活着，仅此而已。
Over the piano was printed a notice：Please do not shoot the pianist. He is doing his best.
钢琴上贴着一条告示：请不要枪杀钢琴师，他已经尽力了。
No man is rich enough to buy back his own past.
没有人富有到可以赎回自己的过去。
There are only two tragedies in life：one is not getting what one wants，and the other is getting it.
生活中只有两种悲剧：一个是没有得到我们想要的，另外一个是得到我们想要的。
No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did he would cease to be an artist.
伟大的艺术家所看到的，从来都不是世界的本来面目。一旦他看透了，他就不再是艺术家。
I have nothing to declare except my genius.
除了我的天才，我没什么好申报的。
All charming people，I fancy，are spoiled. It is the secret of their attraction
我想所有迷人的人都是被宠爱着的，这是他们吸引力来源的秘密。
Hatred is blind，as well as love.
恨是盲目的，爱亦然。
Life imitates art far more than art imitates Life.
艺术并非模仿生活，而是生活在模仿艺术。
Dammit sir，it's your duty to get married. You can't be always living for pleasure.
该死，先生，结婚是你的职责，你不能总是逍遥快活。
I am not young enough to know everything.
我已经老了，没有足够的时间去了解一切。
I love acting. It is so much more real than life.
我喜欢看戏。与人生相比，戏剧更加真实。
A man who does not think for himself does not think at all.
一个人倘若不为自己思考，那就从未思考过。
