The first fruit of this imagination - and the first lesson of the social science that embodies it - is the idea that the individual can understand his own experience and gauge his own fate only by locating himself within his period, that he can know his own chances in life only by becoming aware of those of all individuals in his circumstances.

I don't know why people expect art to make sense. They accept the fact that life doesn't make sense.

能牺牲生命来成全仁德。

Art is the only way to escape the horror of existence.

The human condition is one of perpetual suffering.

我不后悔过去，它造就了今天的我。