Identity is not a fixed point but a continuous journey, and art is its map.

You are the artist of your own life. Don't hand the paintbrush to anyone else.

解释：日月的光辉照亮了大地，可它们的内部仍然有黑点，人们谨慎地看待自己憎恶的人，而祸患常常发生在溺爱的人身上。

做这件事的唯一方法就是去做。

你的时间无法弯曲是因为我。