人们心中所寄予的世俗希望化为灰烬——或者繁荣；然后，就像沙漠尘埃上的雪，照亮一两个小时——然后消失。
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes—or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two—is gone.
我不需要理由去变得伟大。
艺术总是要反抗些什么。如果它不再反抗，它就不再是艺术。
Mathematics is the language in which the universe writes its deepest secrets.
相信自己和你所拥有的一切。知道你内心有一种力量，比任何障碍都更强大。
The only possible way to live is to accept each minute as an unrepeatable miracle.