The mistral may howl, but the olive tree bends without breaking.
密史脱拉风或许会呼啸,但橄榄树弯曲却不会折断。
We are communal histories, communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience.
Beauty is the only thing that can save us, but it is also the most fragile.
当没有人相信你的时候,你必须相信自己。
Every truth goes through three stages: first, it is ridiculed; second, it is violently opposed; third, it is accepted as self-evident.