He said that the way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. His meridian is at once his darkening and the evening of his day.
Art is not a mirror to reflect the world, but a hammer with which to shape it.
有时我们会为某些事情感到悲伤,而我们不愿意告诉别人我们为此感到悲伤。