The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms.

诗歌是灵魂的语言，是我们无法用普通语言表达的回声。

You have to be willing to be uncomfortable to be a writer.

梦想家只能在月光下找到他的路，他的惩罚是比其他人更早看到黎明。