我宁愿因为做真实的自己而被讨厌,也不愿因为伪装而被喜欢。
A house is never finished; it is an ongoing dialogue between the inhabitant and the space.
Today is cruel, tomorrow is crueler, and the day after tomorrow is beautiful. But most people will die tomorrow night, so don't give up today.
Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the objet of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have cought happiness without dreaming of it.