La buena literatura es eternamente subversiva.
解释:神态傲慢,谁还愿意和你相处呢?最洁白的东西好像十分黑暗,最道德的人好像有所不足。
The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.
I want to be remembered as someone who was kind and made people happy.