没有规则，就没有真正的艺术。

I must confess that I never could see any beauty in her. Her face is too thin; her complexion has no brilliancy; and her features are not at all handsome. Her nose wants character; there is nothing marked in its lines. Her teeth are tolerable, but not out of the common way; and as for her eyes, which have sometimes been called so fine, I could never see anything extraordinary in them.

The true subject of the novel is not the story, but the human soul.

遗忘的存在从未被证实：我们只知道某些事情在我们需要时不会出现在脑海中。