The heart is the only thing worth writing about.

Then it was that Margaret, sitting alone with tears dropping often on her work, felt how rich she had been in things more precious than any luxuries money could buy—in love, protection, peace, and health, the real blessings of life.

The wall is the skin of the city.

真相总是被讲述出来的，而不是被知晓的。如果没有言语或文字，任何事情都不会有真相。存在的只有事实本身。