Le ciel est, par-dessus le toit, / Si bleu, si calme!
The ability to be alone is the ability to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it’s not. It is an existential truth: only those who can be alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of another human being—without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other.
Literature is the conscience of society.
本来是贫穷的人家,却非要学人家富人的样子,吃好的、穿好的、用好的,这样的话,用不了多久,这个家就完了。