没有天赋的艺术家什么都不是，但没有工作的天赋也什么都不是。

简单是终极的复杂。

To look up at the heights of heaven and to admire the stars.

You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, back home to romantic love, back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame, back home to exile, to escape to Europe and some foreign land, back home to lyricism, to singing just for singing's sake, back home to aestheticism, to one's youthful idea of 'art' and beauty, back home to the ivory tower, back home to places in the country, to the cottage in Bermuda, away from all the strife and conflict of the world, back home to the father you have lost and have been looking for, back home to someone who can help you, save you, ease the burden for you, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time—back home to the escapes of Time and Memory.

老子说：“你要谨慎，别去扰乱人心。人心受压抑就会颓丧，受推崇就会振奋，但无论颓丧还是振奋，都像是被囚禁和伤害一样，轻轻抚慰才能软化刚强。受到伤害时就像被切割雕刻，情绪激烈时热得像烈土，情绪低落时寒得像凝冰。它变化迅疾，俯仰之间就可再次遨游四海之外；它静处时像深渊一般宁静，活动时高悬于天一般腾跃；奋发矜骄，不可束缚，这恐怕只有人心吧！