艺术不是关于你看到了什么，而是你让别人看到了什么。
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes—or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two—is gone.
"Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home."