绘画就是记住眼睛已经遗忘的东西
To paint is to remember what the eyes have forgotten.
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!
永远不要为了短期利益而牺牲质量。
Literature is the memory of humanity, a bridge between past and future.