艺术品已经在大理石块中了。我只需要凿去多余的材料。
The work of art is already within the block of marble. I just have to chisel away the superfluous material.
啊,充分利用我们还能花费的东西,在我们也归于尘土之前;尘土归于尘土,躺在尘土之下,没有酒,没有歌,没有歌手,也没有——尽头!
我们必须相信,我们在某事上有天赋,并且必须实现它。
Poetry is the language of the soul, and the soul speaks in the language of the heart.
I don't have to be perfect. All I have to do is show up and enjoy the messy, imperfect, and beautiful journey of my life.