Death was a blessing, so great, so deep that we can fathom it only at those moments, like this one now, when we are reprieved from it. It was the return home from long, unspeakably painful wanderings, the correction of a great error, the loosening of tormenting chains, the removal of barriers---it set a horrible accident to rights again.
死亡是一种幸福，是非常深邃的幸福——是在痛苦不堪的徘徊后踏上归途，是严重错误的纠正，是从难以忍受的枷锁桎梏中得到解放。
如果你不偶尔失败，你就没有在做任何非常创新的事情。
Flaubert believed that it was impossible to explain one art form in terms of another, and that great paintings required no words of explanation.
Every challenge is an opportunity to learn and grow.