The writer's only responsibility is to his art. He will be completely ruthless if he is a good one. He has a dream. It anguishes him so much he must get rid of it. He has no peace until then.
A hundred times every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life are based on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received and am still receiving...
哲学家的工作在于为特定目的汇集提醒。
We are all connected by the stories we tell.
树枝迎来南北飞鸟，树叶送走往来清风