The only real happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.

"The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity—it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can."

不经过一年中最寒冷的时候，无法知道松柏是最后凋谢的；不经过艰难的考验，无法知道一个人是不是真正的君子。

艺术是对生活对我们所做之事的回应。