画作的表面是一个战场，所有绘画的问题都在这里解决。
I don't let the world steal my joy.
The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress.
Mathematics is the language in which the universe is written.
译文：在清风明月下，仿佛时光无尽，我能自在地驾乘鸾鸟仙鹤。人间不过是虚幻的梦境，回首往事，实在不堪再去重温。
The less you reveal, the more people can wonder.
I do not wish them [women] to have power over men; but over themselves.
艺术家必须是他那个时代的良知。