水边的芦苇夜间结霜，月色寒冷与山色一同显得苍茫。

Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.

You were given this life because you are strong enough to live it.

我们都是自己的幽灵，游荡在自己的生命里。

Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.

Little else is requisite to carry a state to the highest degree of opulence from the lowest barbarism but peace， easy taxes， and a tolerable administration of justice.

The individual has become a mere cog in an enormous organization of things and powers which tear from his hands all progress, spirituality, and value in order to transform them from their subjective form into the form of a purely objective life.