“谁如命运似的催着我向前走呢？““那是我自己，在身背后大跨步走着。”
Who drives me forward like fate? The Myself striding on my back.
If you hate yourself, you will hate others. If you cannot love yourself, you cannot love others.
文学是社会的镜子，反映其美德与恶习，希望与恐惧。
艺术并非模仿生活，而是生活在模仿艺术。
真理往往隐藏在细节之中。