"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all."
希望是有羽毛的东西，栖息在灵魂中，唱着无词的曲调，永不停歇。
In the realm of psychology, the line between normal and abnormal is often blurred and subjective.
God loves man's lamp-lights better than his own great stars。
We are all prisoners of our own experiences, and no one can truly understand another's pain.
我在追随自然，却无法完全抓住她。
这是我的一个秘密，再简单不过的秘密：一个人只有用心去看，才能看到真实。事情的真相只用眼睛是看不见的。