The aim of art is not to represent the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.
"The truth is not always found in facts, but in the spaces between them."
Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
一片叶子遮住眼睛,就连泰山也看不见了。
一个瞬间被吸走,被扭曲,不再是自己,失去了它的身体,放弃了它的灵魂。
The stranger is close to us, insofar as we feel between him and ourselves common features of a national, social, occupational, or generally human, nature. He is far from us, insofar as these common features extend beyond him or us, and connect us only because they connect a great many people.