过去总是与我们同在,因为它滋养着现在。
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.
世界上不知有多少贝丝,羞怯,娴静,躲在角落里,有需要时才露面,甘心情愿地为他人活着没人留心她们做出的牺牲,直到炉边的小蟋蟀,消歇了唧唧之声,芳香温煦,一去不返,只留下一片沉寂和空虚。