Thought's infidelity lies in its privacy. 'If there is something that you cannot say to me,' asks the lover, 'things that you must think alone, then can you really be trusted?'
夜晚是一块画布，而我们是颜料。
每一个词都承载着它的历史重量。
The art of invention consists in finding out the causes of known effects.
出门没有衣服,进家没有粮食,内心积有耻辱之感,就会一起来发动暴乱,而且无法禁止。小槛黄花共醉