——从浙江观潮返上海后题词,1916年9月15日
I can't change where I come from or what I've been through, so why should I be ashamed of what makes me, me?
The city is a book written by its inhabitants.
You don’t love him, you’re just afraid to be alone.
如果你去看,世界是非常非常美丽的,但大多数人并不怎么去看。