The land doesn’t belong to us; we belong to the land.

最终，我们都只是等待被讲述的故事。

Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the objet of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have cought happiness without dreaming of it.

Art is not a mirror to reflect reality, but a hammer with which to shape it.

我不是专横，我就是老板。

孤独是一种绝对的发现。

时间是你的朋友；冲动是你的敌人。

The world is a fine place and worth fighting for.