A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself.

The individual is the only reality. The further we move away from the individual, the more abstract and unreal we become.

我不害怕站出来。每个人都来握住我的手。我们将一起走过这条路，穿越风暴。无论什么天气，寒冷或温暖。只想让你知道，你并不孤单。

All thinking men are atheists.

Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.