In solitude, we discover that our being is enough.
在独处中，我们发现自己的存在已经足够。
作家是反映社会灵魂的镜子。
Time does not heal all wounds; some remain, becoming part of us.
真理不会在愤怒中被说出。如果有朝一日真理被说出，那一定是在爱中。