It is not from the benevolence of the butcher, the brewer, or the baker that we expect our dinner, but from their regard to their own interest.
Art is the voice of the soul.
当真相被埋葬时,它仍在生长,虽被压抑,却积聚着这样一种力量,一旦爆发,它将炸毁一切,灰飞烟灭。