女人一生只有一个真正的悲剧，那就是她的过去属于情人，未来只属于丈夫。
There is only one real tragedy in a woman’s life. The fact that her past is always her lover, and her future invariably her husband.
The true value of a forest cannot be measured in board feet, but in the breath of the planet.
Art is a way to give form to the invisible.