The true artist is not proud: he is aware that art is infinite and he feels distant from his goal.
真正的艺术家并不骄傲:他知道艺术是无限的,他觉得自己离目标还很远。
The question is not whether the thing exists, but whether it has any essence which is capable of existence without us.
诗歌是一个可以说出不可言说之事的地方。
生活的美妙之处在于它永远不会如你所想的那样发展。