每一条边界都是虚构的,先在脑海中划定,然后才在大地上留下伤痕。
The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms.
The more one judges, the less one loves.
To understand the mind, study its operations in real life.