我们都在阴沟里，但仍有人仰望星空。

Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears: To-morrow!—Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.

真相并不总是美丽的，美丽的话语也不一定是真相。

The novel is the art of the possible impossible.

革命不是熟透的苹果，自己掉下来。你必须让它掉下来。