The truth is, art requires of its practitioners not talent alone, but a certain kind of temperament.
我应该猜得出来那藏在她可怜的小计谋后面的所有柔情。花儿就是这样反复无常的呀！我太年轻了，我真不知道怎样才能爱她。
树枝迎来南北飞鸟，树叶送走往来清风
What's terrible is to pretend that second-rate is first-rate. To pretend that you don't need love when you do; or you like your work when you know quite well you're capable of better.
艺术不是反映现实的镜子，而是塑造现实的锤子。
The land doesn’t belong to us—we borrow it from future generations.
Hope is the last thing to die, and the first thing to betray you.