双城记

这是最好的时代，这是最坏的时代。这是智慧的时代，这是愚蠢的时代。这是希望的春天，这是失望的冬天。人们应有尽有，人们一无所有。 人们直通天堂，人们直达地狱。

素履之往

我的迷茫和胆怯也一直都在，但我告诉自己，就算是万丈深渊，走下去，也是前程万里。

了不起的我

拥有是人际关系中最大的幻觉，没有人能够拥有另一个人，我们只是在各自的旅程相遇，彼此同行。

自深深处

You admired my work when it was finished: you enjoyed the brilliant successes of my first nights, and the brilliant banquets that followed them: you were proud, and quite naturally so, of being the intimate friend of an artist so distinguished: but you could not understand the conditions requisite for the production of artistic work. I am not speaking in phrases of rhetorical exaggeration but in terms of absolute truth to actual fact when I remind you that during the whole time we were together I never wrote one single line. Whether at Torquay, Goring, London, Florence or elsewhere, my life, as long as you were by my side, was entirely sterile and uncreative. And with but few intervals you were, I regret to say, by my side always.