"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."
最终,我们记住的不是敌人的话语,而是朋友的沉默。
释义:千人同心,能发挥千人的力量;万人不同心,连一个人的力量都用不上。
The past is always tense, the future perfect.
There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.
The artist must be a voice for the voiceless.