Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm.

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.

我的艺术就是我的反抗。

认为人性独立于时间、地点和环境，独立于研究和职业，独立于转瞬即逝的时尚和暂时的观点，这种想法可能是一种幻觉。