No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.
A man without a homeland is like a nightingale without a song.
The beauty of literature is that it allows us to live a thousand lives in one.
The pleasure isn’t in owning the person. The pleasure is this. Having another contender in the room with you.
碎片化的信息流,让我们失去了理解的连贯性。