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Danh ngôn của Dylan Thomas (Sứ mệnh: 6)

Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.
When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.
Though lovers be lost, love shall not.
He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest.
Go on thinking that you don't need to be read and you'll find that it may become quite true: no one will feel the need tom read it because it is written for yourself alone; and the public won't feel any impulse to gate crash such a private party.
My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.
Never be lucid, never state, if you would be regarded great.
The first poems I knew were nursery rhymes, and before I could read them for myself, I had come to love just the words of them, the words alone.