The work of art is a whisper of the divine.

The individual has to fashion himself out of the material given by his culture.

努力的痛苦是暂时的，但不尝试的遗憾是永恒的。

图书馆里居住着夜晚从书页中走出的精灵。

There’s no such thing as ‘too much’ in art—only ‘not enough.’