我的生命是一个迷失在无数圆点中的圆点。
I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself.
Art is contemplation. It is the pleasure of the mind which searches into nature and which there divines the spirit of which nature herself is animated.
本来该称赞的,却不称赞;不该称赞的,却高调唱着赞歌,这种人不会有仁爱之心。