The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.
我认为人们想要从绘画中获得一种生命感。
An object that tells of the loss, destruction, disappearance of objects. Does not speak of itself. Tells of others. Will it include them?
我有时候会想，上帝在造人时，似乎高估了她自己的能力。