木头有记忆。它记得森林。它记得树。

人心如海：有风暴，有潮汐，有深渊；其中也有珍珠。

"The true artist is not proud... He is aware that art is infinite and he feels distant from his goal."

个体是唯一的现实。我们离个体越远，我们就变得越抽象和不真实。

It is never too late to be what you might have been.

Sun don't shine forever, but as long as it's here then we might as well shine together.

理性是，也应该只是激情的奴隶，永远不能假装具有其他职责，而只能用于服务和服从它们。