Hope is the last thing to die, and the first thing to betray you.
I know of only one duty, and that is to love.
The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
那个写了那么多诗却不署名的“佚名”,往往是个女人。