We are all born with a certain inheritance of guilt.
The music is my escape.
相机是几何地看,我们不是。
The darkest nights produce the brightest stars.
The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.
我的画作是我的孩子,每一个都有自己的灵魂。
如果你想获得某样东西,最可靠的办法是让自己配得上它。